The next day.
When Annabelle woke up and walked out the room, she didnât see anyone on the couch. There was only the blanket from last night. The woman couldnât help but frowned.
Did he leave?
When was that?
She didnât realize at all.
Was she too sound asleep, or what?
When Annabelle was contemplating, Alistair came out from the bathroom.
The moment he saw Annabelle, his lips curled up, âMorning!â
Annabelle was stunned and she blinked her eyes, âYou, you havenât leave?â
âLeave? To where?â Alistair asked back.
â......â
All right, she should just forget it.
At that time, Alistair was drying his hair with a bath towel. The man was wearing his shirt and he did not button up it, showing his tanned skin. He looked sexy and in great vigor.
When Annabelle saw his toned body, she averted her face awkwardly.
The man simply stared at Annabelle and said, âAnnabelle, Iâm hungry...â
Alistair was treating her place like his own house. Annabelle was frustrated but she didnât know what to say.
Alistair, can you not treat this like your home!?
Annabelle ignored the man and walked into the kitchen.
Alistair looked at Annabelleâs response and he followed her.
âAre you making breakfast yourself?â
âIf not? Are you going to do that?â Annabelle started preparing and she looked back at Alistair and asked.
Alistairâs lips curled up. He was simply watching Annabelle bustling about and he said unhurriedly, âDonât you know that there are two most dangerous things in this world?â
âWhat?â
âWomen driving and men cooking!â
â......â
The woman gave him an eye roll. But he smiled cheerfully at her. The man was gorgeous and enticing.
His smile seemed to be different from the usual scheming grin, but there was a sincere joy and contentment to it.
Annabelle was lost in the moment for some time. As she regained her senses, she stared at him and said, âSince itâs so dangerous, you should wait outside!â
She said that in acquiescence for Alistair to eat breakfast there.
âOkay, I shall be expecting!â After saying that, Alistair walked over and kissed Annabelleâs forehead.
That gesture of his was like what a newlywed husband does to his wife.
Annabelle was stunned.
The fresh scent on his body and the minty sensation from his lips were left on her forehead. Only when Alistair exited the kitchen, Annabelle came back to her senses.
Annabelle!!!
Are you crazy!?
Why would every little gesture of Alistair rile her and make her lost in thought!?
She shook her head to stop herself from overthinking and hurriedly went on to prepare breakfast.
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His Real Wedded Bride ï¤Chapter 1404 A Long Silence She spent about fifteen minutes to get the breakfast done. Alistair had already dressed himself up and he sat waiting on the dining table.
The moment he saw Annabelle coming out with breakfast, he smiled heartily.
And he began to eat.
It was a simple sandwich with ham and milk. Nothing different from the ordinary. But Alistair seemed to enjoy it like it was the best thing in the world.
It was something that he wouldnât cast a second look normally, but now he was enjoying it thoroughly.
âMiss Xia, I have never thought that you know how to make breakfast!â Alistair said.
Annabelle, â... President Mu, are you complimenting me?â
âOf course!â Alistair said.
But Annabelle wasnât agreeable.
She simply forced a smile at him. After that, she didnât say anything anymore and ate her food.
After the breakfast, the two of them went downstairs. At that time, Song Jing was already waiting for her.
The moment he saw Alistair and Annabelle coming down together, the man was stupefied and he looked at them in shock.