The Most Loving Marriage: Don't Be Too Bad, Mr President

“I wouldn’t dare. I am merely stating a fact.”

What an interesting lady Alistair thought while hiding his smirk. The lady stood fearlessly before him, arousing even more of his interest and curiosity.

And Annabelle immediately regretted her actions. She had caused too much unnecessary attention! Now she felt like she was thrown into the lion’s den without any heads up. Face hot as coal, her icy fingers pinched tightly on her dress.

Annabelle tried to compose herself, “If there is nothing else, I shall now head back to work.” She quickened her steps without waiting for an answer.

“Hold on for a moment,” Alistair’s alluring voice came from behind.

Annabelle froze instinctively. She shut her eyes.

Why did I stop!? I should’ve ignored him and walk away!

it was hard for her to

his chair slowly and strode

her own heart pounding rapidly. On the surface she seemed expressionless but

has an overshadowing build. A dangerous air around him that invaded her space and

thought about thousands of possibilities of them meeting but

he recognize her?

her. His eyes had the same clarity as a mountain stream and gleamed with vigor like

the wall. Alistair continued to corner her by moving his arms over her and pressed them onto the wall, leaving her no room to escape.

was aggressive and

you doing!?” Annabelle’s attempt to appear calm was not working. She completely panicked under his

years, he remained unchanged! Just as ignoble

accustomed it. The sudden pause in their natural expression followed by overcompensating with a nonchalant gaze and a weak smile. And of course, the blushing that gave their feelings away. His domineering attitude makes him even more