Chapter 125
Anna Ross was surprised.
He had noticed her absence so quickly.
Though she didn't want to witness his intimate interactions with his fiancรฉe.
Work couldn't be delayed.
She responded quietly, "Alright, I'll be right back."
After hanging up, she hurried back to her desk.
She had just settled into her seat.
When her office phone rang abruptly.
Anna assumed it was a work-related call.
But a deep male voice spoke instead, "Come to my office."
The line went dead immediately.
Her smile vanished instantly.
He really knew how to order her around.
Why hadn't he made it clear during their earlier call?
But she was his Executive Assistant now.
Professionalism was mandatory.
She knocked and entered the office.
Adrian Sinclair lounged lazily in his chair.
His slender fingers casually flipped through documents.
He stopped when she entered.
His gaze fixed directly on her.
Anna expected work instructions.
She initiated the conversation, "Mr. Sinclair, what do you need?"
She had been working tirelessly to familiarize herself with operations.
Even if he deliberately made things difficult, she could handle it.
"Nothing urgent."
A playful smile touched his lips.
"I just noticed that in my absence."
"You seem quite comfortable."
He stood and moved closer to her.
"Not only leaving on time."
"But also freely meeting whoever you wish."
Anna's temper flared instantly.
She stepped back, glaring at him.
"Of course I can't compare to you."
"Returning to a fiancรฉe's devoted care."
She regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth.
Uncertain why she had spoken them.
Adrian watched her with deep intensity.
An unreadable emotion flickered in his eyes.
He looked down at her, eyebrow raised.
His tone was teasing, "Getting so worked up, Miss Ross."
"Could it be jealousy?"
"My fiancรฉe's concern is natural."
"You seem overly invested."
Anna's cheeks burned.
She bit her lip, retorting, "Who's jealous!"
"You started this."
Adrian's lips curved slightly.
She really refused to admit defeat.
He studied her for a moment.
Then turned toward the floor-to-ceiling window.
Remembering that night.
He still hadn't given her an explanation.
Never expecting she had been inexperienced.
How should he interpret everything that happened before?
After a silent pause.
He spoke slowly, "About that night..."
"I will take responsibility."
Anna froze completely.
She had been trying hard to forget.
Yet he insisted on bringing it up.
She clenched her hands.
Struggling to remain calm, "That won't be necessary."
"I don't need your responsibility."