At that time, the grandmother said, âAll right then, Iâll get someone to handle your discharge procedures and send you home!â
âThereâs no need, grandma. My brother will be picking me home later today!â Annabelle said.
The more she behaved that way, the more the grandmother was worried that something happened between the two of them.
Not only that, it was a serious conflict!
She stared at Alistair and the grandson was looking intently at Annabelle. The both of them couldnât come up with anything to persuade her.
Half an hour later, Annabelle went out the room.
Alistair was anxious and he simply plucked out the infusion needles on him.
âAnnabelle!â At that time, Alistairâs voice rang from behind.
When Annabelle heard him, she didnât stop and continued to walk.
Alistair was frustrated and he hurried his steps and grabbed hold of her.
Annabelle had just removed her plaster and she was walking carefully. When Alistair grabbed her arm, she turned over.
âAnnabelle, you...â
âPresident Mu, canât you be gentler? Are you aware that I just removed my plaster?â Annabelle looked at the man and said. The womanâs tone was indifferent and unemotional.
Alistair stared at her and his eyebrows lowered. All the words that he had prepared to say was stuck in his throat after hearing her reply.
âAnnabelle, are you angry at me?â Finally, Alistair broke the silence with his question.
âOf course not!â Annabelle seemed to be undisturbed at all. The woman simply smiled back, âWhy should I be angry at you?â
âIf you arenât angry at me, why would you get discharged all of a sudden?!â Alistair asked. The man had a strong intuition that Annabelle was angry at him. Not only that, her attitude had completely and utterly frustrated him.
âShouldnât I get discharged after I recover? Moreover, it isnât comfortable to stay in the hospital. I would rather rest at home!â Annabelle said.
Alistair frowned and he examined her expression carefully, trying to find a hint of her feelings. However, all the man observed was her irritation.
âWas it because of what I said that you got angry!?â Alistair asked.
When Annabelle heard that, she chuckled, âWhy would I? I donât even remember what happened yesterday!â
Donât even remember?
When Alistair heard that, he was offended.
âAnnabelle...â
âAlright now, president Mu, others might misunderstand us if you do this!â After saying that, Annabelle broke free from Alistairâs grab and she looked at him, âLet me clarify once again: I wasnât angry and I wasnât offended. You donât have to feel bad about what you did yesterday. Because, it was nothing but an after-meal chitchat for me. It meant nothing at all!â Annabelle stared at Alistair and enunciated.
And so, everything that Alistair wanted to say was stuck inside his throat.
He looked at Annabelle and his sharp gaze was about to pierce through the woman. The man was boiling in rage but he had no way to vent it out. All he could do was to stare at Annabelle.
âIs that true?â
Annabelle nodded smilingly, âOf course!â
Damn it!
He didnât need to see her smiling face right now!
But yet, she was smiling so unemotionally!
Alistair had an inexplicable bitterness in his heart.
âAnnabelle!â
At that moment, there was a voice calling out from behind.
When the two of them heard that, they turned their heads back together and they saw Ralphy walking towards them.
âBro!â When Annabelle saw her brother, her lips curled up to a smile.
My Killing President ï¤Chapter 369 Conflict 3 I'm Sorry, But I Love You ï¤Chapter 110 What, Avoid Me?
His Real Wedded Bride ï¤Chapter 1404 A Long Silence Ralphy walked over and stood beside Annabelle, and then the man looked at Alistair and said, âPresident Mu, long time no see!â