Chapter 23

Annabel’s Pov.

The displeasure and urge to assert his authority on me when I yet again refused to allow him carry me out of the car when we had arrived at the mansion was written all over his face but he took a deep breath and stepped to the side so I could get down on my own.

“Can I at least help you walk? You are still too weak to move on your own.” He pleaded, his hands moving fast to rest on my waist like I was some precious egg that could break any second.

“No. I’m good.” I snapped while forcefully taking his hands off me.

He said nothing, quietly walking ahead of me to widen the already open doors before stepping to the side to watch me limb past the door with a scowl on his face.

“I’ll walk you to your room.”

“Thanks, but I’d prefer to go in myself,” I interjected without looking at him.

From the way his hands were curled into a tight fist and from the loud way he was breathing it was obvious that he was beyond pissed and was probably at the point of cutting his pretend care in