Chapter 8 8

Aria dared not look at Adrian anymore, fearing he would really do as he had just said.However, she was hesitant.

How was she inferior to Annabelle?Adrian did not want these people in front of him at all, as they were too annoying.

"Get out now!" he ordered.

Cleo's eyes filled with fear and worry as they focused on Annabelle.

She better prevent Adrian Prescott's punishment towards them, otherwise, she would face severe consequences!It was quite clear that Annabelle understood what she meant.

There was only hatred and helplessness in her heart.The butler took the three away, but her heart still could not calm down.

Adrian took her hand and asked, "What do you want?"Annabelle looked at him confusedly, not understanding what he meant.

"Don't women always want something? Whether it's clothes or jewelry, I can give them to you," said Adrian as if bestowing a great gift upon her.

Annabelle felt helpless.

This man always played by his own rules.

But now, for the sake of her mother, she had to first appease him, so that he would not punish them.

"I... I don't want any of those," she stuttered.

"What do you want?" Adrian asked, his voice icy cold."I want you... to spare them, okay?"

"On what grounds?" Adrian curtly replied.

Annabelle was left speechless. She knew she didn't have any leverage at this point, any outright confrontations would only end disastrously for her.

Desperation kicked in and her mind went blank.

She couldn't help but gently tug at his robe, pleading, "Please... could you?"Adrian's eyes held a different glow, intensified by his underlying fury.

"Are you trying to charm me?" He scoffed, yet his ears were turning red with heat.

Startled, Annabelle quickly withdrew her hand, mentally chastising herself for her previous actions.

"I'm sorry," she said.

However, the moment she pulled her hand back, Adrian's gaze turned frosty.

"Who told you to pull away?"Annabelle looked at Adrian in surprise.

What was he trying to say?Adrian glared at her, genuinely irritated by her naivety.

Couldn't she adapt?

"It depends on you... Perhaps, if you acted charming more often, tried to please me more, I might consider," Adrian commented.

Annabelle could only laugh in disbelief, how could he be such a person?

Capricious indeed!

But when she thought of her mother still in the hands of those people, she had no choice but to bear it.

So, Annabelle gritted her teeth and once again, reached out to tug at Adrian's clothes.

She would think of the man before her as a child, only then can she hypnotize herself to act coy around him.

Adrian's lips slightly curled, it was almost right."Okay, listen to me... as long as I'm home, you have to stick to me, wherever I go, you go. Whenever I call, you must be there." Adrian said,

"By sticking, I do not allow you to even take half a step away from me."Annabelle felt her scalp tingling.

This man was truly hard to understand, having an abnormal control desire over people.Next, Adrian took Annabelle to the study.

He was working at his desk while Annabelle could only stand.

But for a while, she was at a loss for what to do, standing still like a block of wood.

Adrian glared at her again, "Is this how you try to please?"

The opportunity was right in front of her, yet this woman didn't know how to grasp it.

If it were any other woman, she would have done everything possible to please him, using all kinds of techniques.

But he would never give them a second glance, as he was disgusted with their obnoxious displays.

Yet she seemed to be block-headed, needing his pointers and making it seem as if he couldn't wait for her to please him.

He had no idea why in the world he was attracted to her.

Annabelle's heart skipped a beat, thought for a moment, then carefully leaned forward, placing her hands on his shoulders, beginning to knead them gently.

Could a massage be one way of currying favor with him?

She had never given anyone a massage before and just knew to squeeze hard.

Ten minutes later, her face was flushed, her breath became unstable, especially her hand was strained.

Was this man's body made of copper and steel? It was so hard that it was exhausting to knead him.

But Annabelle had to endure it and continued to squeeze with all her strength.If he did not ask her to stop, how could she take the initiative to stop?

Unbeknownst to her, although Adrian was looking at the documents, his mind was wandering for the first time.

Because she was very close to him, he could detect the milky scent emanating from her body.

Furthermore, did her hands lack bones? They felt so soft and tender.

Her hands on his shoulders didn't seem to be giving a massage but rather seemed seductive.

As soon as Adrian thought of this, the look in his eyes changed.

Unexplainably, he didn't want her to stop, wishing her to continue kneading his shoulders.

An hour later, Annabelle had already cursed Adrian thousands of times in her heart.

What a pervert!

Her hands were so strained that she could not lift them, nor did she have any more strength.

She finally had to say, "Mr. Prescott... Can I take a little break? My hands are tired."Adrian glared at her briefly, but his gaze shifted to her trembling hand.

"You're tired. Why don't you take a break?"

Idiot!

How would he know that her hands have become sore from all the massaging?

Annabelle was rendered speechless again, but she couldn't argue with him now and could only remain silent.

She had to constantly remind herself not to go head-to-head with the pervert.

She had to bear with it for now.Whoever has patience, has hope.

Adrian turned around, facing Annabelle. Unexpectedly for her, his long arm swooped down, seating her on his lap.

Annabelle gasped and tried to stand.

However, Adrian pressed down on her shoulders and said in a domineering and impatient tone, "Stop fidgeting! Didn't you want to rest?"

He didn't want her to be half a step away from him.

Indeed, not only was her scent pleasant - a sweet fragrance of milk - but her body was also soft, including the hand that had been massaging his shoulders.

Since her hands could not touch his shoulder temporarily, he thought, why not let her body touch him instead?

It covered a wider area, and the fragrance was definitely stronger - her body indeed softer.That way, she could rest as well.

Little did Annabelle know the true intentions of this man.

She felt both embarrassed and angry, her face blushing.

She intended to rest, but she wanted to sit in a chair or even stand rather than be cradled by him like a child.

"Can I sit in the chair?" Annabelle tried to control her anger and attempted to negotiate with him.

Adrian coldly remarked, "What's the difference between sitting on me and sitting on a chair? I've already let you sit on my lap"

Annabelle looked at him, bewildered.

Was his line of thinking operating on the same frequency as any normal person?

"Don't argue anymore, be quiet." After he said this, he truly ignored her and continued reading his file.

Annabelle gritted her teeth in silence, wishing she could scratch him, but she had to endure for now.

After all, she needed something from him.

This was not the time to offend him, so she had to appease him for now.

Annabelle glanced at the file in his hands. It was all in Japanese and once she took a look, she quickly averted her gaze.

Based on the translation of the document, it was business-related, thus it was a matter of privacy.

She had no interest in prying into anyone's privacy.