Chapter 2 2

Annabelle was both furious and embarrassed. How could there be such unreasonable people? It was all her fault.

Yesterday, she accidentally got involved with him under such circumstances, which led to the now embarrassing and dreadful situation she found herself in.

"You... you are being unreasonable. If you continue like this, I... I will call the police!"

"Call the police?" The man's eyes revealed a mocking look, "You think anyone would dare meddle in my affairs?"

Annabelle was trembling with anger, but hearing the man's domineering and strong tone, she instinctively knew he was not joking.

Annabelle decided to step back for now, at least to get out of the current situation where she was not wearing any clothes and was tightly held by this man.

Even if she were to leave, she should dress well. Suppressing her shame, Annabelle tried to soften her tone, "Let's.....first get dressed, then discuss everything else."

"That's fine! It's time for breakfast anyway. I will have someone prepare some milk for you. Drink more milk.

It might be able to save your breasts a bit - late blooming, a bit bigger is better.

So you can better nurse children in the future." Annabelle was about to explode with anger.

Crazy man! B*st*rd! But still, she forced herself to bear for now.

The man pressed a button by the bed and coldly gave orders through the intercom, "Bring a set of women's clothes.

No dresses must be conservative.

The top should not expose the chest and shoulders, and the bottom should not reveal ankles." Since she was his woman now, the beauty of her body had to be only appreciated and monopolized by him.

He would not allow others to see any extra skin on her body.

Annabelle had nothing else to say, just pretending she heard nothing.

In just a moment, she subconsciously surveyed the surroundings of the room.

Although she wasn't an expert in interior design, the lavishness permeating every aspect around her was obvious even to her.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say this place was decorated like an emperor's abode.

This was definitely not somewhere an average person could afford to live.

A wave of anxiety washed over Annabelle.

Could it be that this man's background was more formidable than she had imagined? Is that why he could so boldly express his domineering behavior?

Because his influence and authority were indeed immense, anything he desired could be accomplished.

No objective seemed too unattainable for him. The thought reinforced a sense of dread in Annabelle's mind.

Then, there came a knock at the door. A timid feminine voice floated, "Mr. Prescott, I have brought the clothes. May we come in now?"

The man didn't spare a gaze towards the reception, his eyes locked tightly on her as though he was fearful she might escape his territory.

He warned, "Upon entering, everyone must keep their heads down.

Do NOT stare at the bed." Even if it was a woman who entered, he would not allow anyone else to see her body.

The servant who entered was, of course, obedient to Mr. Prescott's command, nervously bringing in the clothes and not daring to glance at the two on the bed.

However, following the servant's departure, Adrian's gaze was fixed on Annabelle. Annabelle was furious.

She knew exactly what he was up to. During her dressing process, he wanted to watch.

Annabelle tried to negotiate with him, "Can you maybe ..." Without any hint of hesitation, Adrian said, "No." Moreover, he boldly added,

"There isn't a bit of you I didn't see yesterday!" Annabelle bit her lip, and couldn't help but inwardly curse him as a rogue!.

She could only turn her back, swiftly changing into her clothes.

Adrian watched as she got dressed, but his gaze still lingered on her figure, taking in multiple sweeping glances. Indeed, he preferred her without clothes more. Adrian ordered her, "You can go freshen up now. Once you're done, obediently wait here for me." Having said that, he neatly got up from the bed.

Annabelle's gaze was unable to dodge quickly enough, catching sight of him for a few seconds without any clothes on.

She quickly averted her eyes, but her cheeks were already deeply flushed, even her ears were beet red.

Adrian took in her flustered state, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth as he said to her, "If you want to see more, in the future there'll be plenty of opportunities for you.

No need to restrain yourself."

Annabelle couldn't help but pinch herself. This man really had no restraint when it came to talking, absolutely shameless! She comforted herself, not to bother with him.

The most important thing for her now was to escape.

As he went to the dressing room to change his clothes, Annabelle looked at the direction he left and made up her mind to run for it.

She opened the door and ran as fast as she could! Regardless of whether this man was really powerful, she didn't want to stay with him right now.

Otherwise, she could predict how much trouble would occur.

However, she had only run a few steps when a group of men in black suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

They were wearing big black sunglasses and stood in front of her like a wall, orderly blocking her way.

Leading them was an elder with neatly combed hair, wearing a British-style butler outfit. Annabelle immediately panicked.

"Please, step aside! I want to leave! There is no reason for you to detain me." However, they didn't budge and simply surrounded her.

The elder showed a polite smile, "Please wait here for a moment, miss.

The young master will be here soon." Annabelle was anxious, but she couldn't confront them. It was clear that they wouldn't step aside no matter what.

That person has so many bodyguards, which further confirms her previous guess - this man wasn't an average Joe. Fifteen minutes later, a chilling voice came from the man behind her,

"Didn't I tell you to obediently stay in the room? So, you're planning to run away?" Annabelle felt a chill down her spine and bit her lip, remaining silent. She felt helpless, and what's more, fearful.

Adrian glanced at her, forcefully grabbed her wrist, and dragged her away. Annabelle struggled,

"Let go of me!"

Adrian coldly replied, "So, you're unwilling for me to drag you along. Do you want me to carry you then?" Annabelle's face immediately turned even redder.

Where did she ever think of that? But in the end, she dared not to resist and was dragged by Adrian to the dining room.

The long dining table was laden with plenty of exquisite food, both Western and Chinese style.

Adrian forcefully pulled her to sit next to him. Next, what made Annabelle helpless was that the man kept putting food in her bowl non-stop.

Even though there was already plenty of food piled up in front of her, this man's actions showed no signs of stopping.

Especially when he brazenly said, "Eat more! You're too thin.

How can a mother provide better nutrition, and fat to carry my child in this state?" Annabelle had already lost the energy to retort, Pervert! Pervert!

"Is he actually planning on having me bear his child?" But at this moment, Annabelle can't help but worry.

If she genuinely didn't take the morning-after pill, she might very well become pregnant! Counting the days, these past few are ironically during her monthly risky period.

Annabelle is even more resolute.

Regardless, she must quickly leave this man and go to the pharmacy.

It's not that she doesn't love children, but if she were to have a child, she wishes the child to be a "product of love", born into a happy family.

She can't possibly let her own child be a b*st*rd. Annabelle plans to surrender first. Since escaping outright didn't work earlier, nor did threats, and even if she were to call the police right now, she doesn't have her phone and the other party has the advantage of numbers, she is clearly in this man's territory.

So she's forced herself to eat even more. Throughout the meal, the old butler served them silently, his movements flowing like water, without disturbing them as he attended to their needs. When Annabelle finished her breakfast, Adrian said to the butler, "Old Cole, show her the agreement."