My Killing President

Chapter 30 Drunk

Finally, he convinced himself to enter the hotel and made inquiries at the receptionist. Upon learning

their room number, he quickened his pace to room 103.

Just when he was about to push the door, it was pulled from inside and a petite figure rushed out

hurriedly, bumping face to chest on him.

Mu instinctively held her in and she hid completely in his arms, grabbing tightly on his serratus and

waist under his coat. Annabelle looked up and recognized Mu, her face was in an unhealthy blush.

Feeling dizzy and disoriented, she asked puzzlingly, “Why are you… here?”

Annabelle was wheezing heavily and Mu could feel her hot breath tingling on his neck. His body

stiffened up as her hands were roaming around in his coat. Her body was baby-soft and she had a

balmy feminine body scent. Mu’s solemn eyes gleamed with perplexity and his eyebrow knitted in

temper.

“What are you doing!?” He growled.

“Mr. He… Mr. He’s coming!” Annabelle said nervously.

Mu followed her frightful gaze and fixed his eyes upon the door.

All of a sudden, the door handle was twisted. Annabelle was shaky at the knees and her condition Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

seemed quite off. She leaned her head against Mu’s chest and was barely responding.

Almost instantaneously, Mu held her strongly and dragged her into the next room. Luckily it was empty

and they hid behind the door.

As Mu was sparing no effort to safeguard themselves, Annabelle clung and clasped closely to Mu’s

body; their chests rose and fell together, their breaths in unison and his warmth and solid frame gave

her reassuring security.

Time froze momentarily behind that door.

Soon, it sounded chaotic outside the door with heavy footsteps running all around the place. Mu placed

his ear on the door to try and get a hold of the situation outside.

“Mr. He, what happened?”

“Damn it! Find the girl!”

And there was the sound of threading leaving the hallway.

Mr. He stood outside the room. His rage was burning so strongly that his chest was expanding and

lowering rapidly, eyes bloodshot as if he could fall to a heart attack anytime.

He gave his wife a call earlier and found out that she was outside having fun with friends, Annabelle

had tricked him!

*Stomp stomp stomp*

After the heavy footsteps disappeared in distance, the hallways returned to silence. Annabelle exhaled

wearily and her body soften from all the tension. Her face was blushing and hot, unsure either it was

due to the earlier happenings or other reasons. She continued to lean on Mu, unable to muster her own

strength to stand up, or to think at all.

Looking at this meek side of Annabelle made Mu’s heart pound rapidly. He can almost hear his own

heartbeat.

“Are you alright?” He asked coldly.

Annabelle stuffed the document she gripped tightly on him and said sickly, “Contract… I did it!”

Mu’s eyebrows slowly gathered into a thunder. His gaze did not stop to check on the documents but

was fixated on Annabelle.

Inexplicably, an unnamed anger was roused in him.

“You are really fearless, aren’t you?” Mu said sarcastically.

“The contract’s with you now. I’ll… I’ll head off now!” Annabelle replied, just formulating her words can

cause a stinging headache.

Head off? You are more likely to fall off now…

Annabelle was in no condition to be on her own.

Mu grabbed her and continued to let her lean on him. “What happened to you?” He asked, but this time

with a softened tone.

“I’m fine, had a glass of wine just now…” Annabelle replied, her eyelids dropping lower and lower.

A glass of wine?

Just one glass and you’re like this?

Before Mu could say anything, Annabelle rolled her eyes and collapsed.

Mu’s frown knitted even closely. However he wasted no time and removed his coat, wrapped around

her thigh, and carried her in two arms out the hotel…