CEO's Revengeful Queen

Chapter 9: No One Can Read His Thoughts

Howard shuddered when he thought of her soft voice.

But even so, the woman's provoking behaviour had crossed a line. Howard did not think that Young

Master Ethan would let her off lightly!

The room was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. The air seemed to freeze, making people feel

stifled.

Annetta's scalp turned numb. She subconsciously straightened her back and raised her eyes to look at

the man.

In this life, she still could not figure out the man's secret thoughts. She worried that her coquetry would

be useless against him and, just like in her previous life, he would lock her up again.

The man's eyes had been fixed on her since he entered the door. His eyes were like deep pools of still

water, making it impossible to see through them.

It was precisely this that made Annetta unable to grasp how he felt towards this matter.

After a while, the man pursed his lips and took a big step towards Annetta.

Bending down, he grabbed Annetta's chin with one hand. The familiar yet fearful aura of the man was

overwhelming. Annetta was scared out of her wits.

Fear made her instinctively want to resist. But she knew that if she made any move, he would exert

much more force on her.

Annetta's chin hurt so much she felt that it was in danger of being crushed by him.

She sat stiffly in the wheelchair, not daring to move.

Even though she had been continuously brainwashing herself, Annetta miserably discovered that she

still had a deep-rooted fear towards the man.

Suddenly, the man's cold lips touched hers, and Annetta trembled. Her eyes went wide when she felt a

slight pain at the corner of her mouth. After that, she tasted the metallic, sweet taste of blood on her

tongue.

The man's handsome face became calm and ice-cold, his eyes unreadable as he backed away slowly.

He held the woman's chin, and articulated a clear warning, "You better not be lying to me."

He bent down just when Annetta thought that he was about to get violent. She shivered when his cold All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

fingers touched her ankle.

He lowered his head to help her treat the cut on her foot. She studied the back of his hand while he

worked. His finger bones were clearly defined and looked very good.

If Annetta did not fear him so much, she would have imagined him to be an elegant and gentle prince

rather than the bloodthirsty and cruel devil she assumed him to be.

He looked at her after he had treated her wound. His reflection could be seen in her horrified eyes as

the man said dominantly, "Remember, you are mine!"

The man's ice-cold eyes pierced straight into the depths of Anneta's soul. Annetta was so scared that

she kept nodding her head.

After a while, the man finally stood up. His long shadow fell on her and seemed to swallow Annetta up.

She did not dare to raise her head. Even her breathing was filled with fear, afraid of provoking him by

breathing too heavily.

As a result, she did not see the man's deep eyes, the red at the tip of his ears, and Adam's apple rolling

up and down.

Annetta could not read the man's thoughts. She only heard him mutter, "Take her there," to Howard,

before he turned around and left.

Annetta looked at Ethan leave in disbelief. Did this mean that she...had gotten away with it?

In the past, she always assumed that Ethan had nothing but a morbid possessiveness towards her.

However, there seemed to be something that she had overlooked.

For example, in her previous life, Caleb had not cared when she had fractured her arm after falling off a

horse. Ethan, on the other hand, had personally taken care of her for a month.

Now, he was the only one who had noticed her injury and had even carefully treated it for her.