My Killing President
Chapter 414 Murder 3

Annabelle was stunned right away and she stared at him, "You, what's wrong with you?"

At that time, Alistair let her go and he covered his ribs with his arms, "Annabelle, are you trying to murder your husband? This man just saved your life and you treat him like that!" Alistair stared at her and complained, making a painful expression. When Annabelle heard that, all of a sudden she recalled that Alistair was injured.

She hurriedly examined him and said nervously, "Sorry, I forgot that you are still injured. How is it? Still not recovered yet? Does it hurt?"

"Of course it hasn't recovered. You arranged to get discharged so heartless and no one took care of me at all. Not only that, you went lovey-dovey with Song Jing. Do you think I can bear staying alone in the hospital? Of course I had to leave the hospital too!" Alistair raised his voice. As if everything was her fault.

And Annabelle was guilt ridden.

She sat on the carpet and stared at him. Her eyebrows knitted closely together, "Then what should we do? Let me see!" After saying that, she stretched out her hand and wanted to examine Alistair's injury.

Alistair simply lied back and did nothing, letting her do as she wished.

However, right when Annabelle's hand touched his wound, the man hissed in pain, "Urgh..."

When Annabelle saw his painful expression, she didn't dare to touch anymore.

"Sorry, I didn't do it on purpose..." Annabelle said as she was thinking hard, "Let me call an ambulance!" After saying that, she went to take her phone.

Right after she stood up, Alistair grabbed her arm.

She turned around and looked at him, "What's wrong?"

"I'm not dying, why are you calling an ambulance?"

"But you..."

"I'm fine, I just need some rest!"

"But..."

"There are no buts, if you are really so worried about me, then massage it for me!" Alistair said.

When Annabelle heard that, she frowned. But as she looked at Alistair's expression, the man didn't seem to be joking.

"What now? You aren't willing? Did you forget that I was injured because of you? And I almost lost my life. Even if you don't want to treat me better, you should at least be kind to my injuries!" Alistair complained.

When Annabelle heard him, she frowned, "I didn't say I don't want to do it!" After saying that, she sat closer and looked at Alistair, stretching out her hand, "Over here?"

Alistair nodded.

Annabelle stretched out her hand and didn't know how to do it. After a long hesitation, she slowly placed her palm on his chest.

"I am not touching your wound, right?" She asked carefully.

Alistair shook her head and Annabelle was more restful.

The woman sat there and massaged him gently.

Alistair lied back on the couch and enjoyed Annabelle's service. And Annabelle sat on the floor and looked at the man. She was careful to massage him and her long eyelashes were sweeping down beautifully. She was a gorgeous sight. Alistair's heart couldn't help but raced.

"Annabelle..." Alistair called out.

"Hmm?"

She raised her head subconsciously. At that time, Alistair closed in suddenly and kissed her lips.

Annabelle was stunned.

Her eyelashes were flickering as she stared at Alistair. She had forgotten to refuse the man.

Alistair stared at her as well. After that, he kissed on her lips again...