Chapter 779 Get In.
The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband
With that. Annabelle walked out.
Annabelle didnât want to stay in the cafe anymore. As long as she saw him with Willow, her heart panicked and ached, so she took her bag and held the book and her design in her arms. Then she exited the cafe.
Standing on the street, Annabelle stood, as she awaited a taxi.
At this moment, a black luxurious car slowly stopped. The passengerâs window slid down, revealing a familiar face. It was Willow.
Willow looked at Annabelle and smiled, âMrs. Augustine, get in the car, I can give you a rideâ¦â
Annabelle raised her eyes. She looked past Willow and saw the man in the driverâs seat.
Perhaps realizing her gaze, Alpha also looked sideways and stared at her lightly.
Annabelle had left the cafe to avoid them, but she did not expect to meet them here again.
She couldnât understand what gave Willow the audacity to still refer to her as âMrs. Augustineâ.
âNo need, Iâll take a taxi.â Annabelle refused.
Alpha looked at the Annabelle outside the window. She was the same as she was many years ago.
She was holding a book in her arms. She tucked a few strands of hair from her cheeks behind her ears.
She was unwilling to get into his car, and even took a few steps to the side to avoid them.
âSir, Mrs. Augustine doesnât seem to want our lift.â Willow said aggrievedly.
Alphaâs expression did not change. He just pursed his thin lips and reversed the luxurious car a little.
Annabelle was surprised to see the car drive to her side again. In the next second, a deep voice said, *Get in the car, donât let me say it again.â
Each word of his was strong and unbearable.
Annabelle looked at his cold and hard features, which displayed displeasure.
Annabelle also frowned, âI told you that I donât want to get in the car, you can send Miss Willow homeâ¦â
Alpha glanced at her, then he opened the driverâs door and walked to her side.
Annabelle knew that he was used to being domineering. He got out of the car, pulled her, and shoved her inside.
She was also angry. She clawed at the car door and refused to enter. âAlpha, do you not understand English? I donât want to get in the car!â
Alpha pushed Annabelle into the car, but Annabelle kept struggling, as she refused to get into the car.
At this moment, their bodies were constantly rubbing against each other.
Alphaâs eyes darkened. He frowned, and asked, âAnnabelle, where are you going?â
Annabelle froze for a moment. Only then did she realize that the two of them were so close to each other. She panicked and took a step back.
The design draft in her hands was blown open by the wind, and the papers quickly sc attered on the ground.
âMy Blueprint!â Annabelle called out, wanting to pick it up.
But Alpha blocked her. âGet in.â
He reached out and shoved her in.
Annabelle wanted to get out of the car, but swiftly, the car door was locked. She sat close to the window, as she was dumfounded.
Because Alpha did not immediately get into the car, he lowered his stiff body and began to help her pick up the design drawings one after another.
It was the first time that Alpha had bent to pick something up.
Annabelleâs fingertips quickly curled up. She and Alpha were not young anymore.
Countless times, she wanted to go out, stretch out her hand, and hug him.
Just like now, she really wanted to get out of the car, run over, and tightly hug him from behind.
Annabelleâs fair eyes suddenly turned red.
At this moment, Alpha had already picked up all the design drawings. He turned around and opened the rear door. âHere are your design drawings.â
He handed her the design drawing, but the next second his gaze landed on her eyes, and he could see that her eyes were moist, as if she was about to cry.
Alpha paused.
Annabelle knew that she had lost her temper. She did not want him to see her weakness. She reached out and took the design. âThank you.â
However, Alpha did not leave the paper. Instead, he was stood calmly by the door, and held the paper tightly.
Annabelle looked up at him and saw his big hand propped against the door, his dark and narrow eyes stared at her red eyes.
Soon, he raised his hand and moved closer to her face.
What was he doing?
Annabelle turned her head and avoided his hand.
Alphaâs hand froze in midair. He frowned as he watched her avoid him, then he closed the car door and returned to the driverâs seat.
The luxurious car sped away.
In the luxurious car, Annabelle sat in the back seat and Willow sat in the front passenger seat.
âSir, please send Mrs. Augustine home first, then send me home later. You can come to my house tonight and have a cup of coffee,â Willow invited with a tender smile.
Annabelleâs heart tightened. Willow Invited Alpha to her home for coffee. Everyone knew that once such invite werenât given with the sole intention of drinking coffee.Willow had other plans.
Had he and Willow gotten this far?
Would he go?
Annabelle curled her fingers. He should be able to go. After all, he was a normal man with needs in all aspects.
Annabelle raised her head and looked forward. He was driving. He was not looking sideways. The bright neon lights of the city reflected on his handsome face through the bright car window.
âOkay, Iâll drop by at your place for a cup of coffee,â At this moment, Annabelle listened to Alphaâs reply.
He consented to her request.
Willowâs eyes lit up and she quickly held his big hand. âThatâs great, Alpha.â
Alpha did not refuse Willowâs hand, but instead, he held Willowâs hand and placed it on his strong thigh