Chapter 213: Chapter 213 He Can’t Take It Anymore (1) Chapter 213: Chapter 213 He Can’t Take It Anymore (1) The footsteps that entered showed no hesitation as he directly lifted the quilt and got on the bed, pulling the seemingly asleep woman beneath him in one swift move.
“Gu Annan, what are you doing…” Lu Wanwan had an especially light sleep today, waking up when he opened the door, but she had continued to feign sleep.
She had never imagined that Gu Annan would disregard the fact that she was already sleeping.
“Is this a question that needs asking?” He pinned her hands firmly, his cold gaze fixed on her struggle, “You didn’t agree, and just like that, your attitude changes? Lu Wanwan, you are really something!”
“If you’re referring to this matter, I can apologize. I didn’t expect you to mind it so much…” She was completely immobile, and Gu Annan now seemed somewhat frightening.
She had no desire to continue this confrontation but was also very aware that Gu Annan might force himself upon her.
“Apologize?” He laughed coldly as if hearing something ludicrous, “Isn’t it that without any benefit, you would prefer me to stay far away from you?”
“Lu Wanwan, don’t test my patience and limits,” His cold voice lingered in her ears.
After speaking, his overpowering kiss landed on her lips, giving her no chance to breathe…
When Lu Wanwan awoke, she had no idea of the time, and Gu Annan had long since left Gu Mansion.
She got out of bed with sore legs and ate something randomly.
This time, she had completely angered him.
She just didn’t understand why he was so overly reactive if he chose not to go.
True, she had recently been pleasing him with some ulterior motives, but what was so odd about that?
Their engagement was, originally, mutually utilitarian; did he really need to get so furious over this?
Lu Wanwan sat on the couch, rubbing her face with her hands.
She failed to secure a chance to attend the MK Night, and instead, had fallen into this stalemate with Gu Annan.
With the week nearing an end and the next week approaching, she had to start all over again, gathering materials, searching for new leads.
Holding her phone, she kept searching for MK Night, a brand event held annually in Manchester. It unveiled that year’s major new products in a dinner only attended by A-list celebrities and influential dignitaries.
Her late mother had also been among the invited, except that then, she had been underage and hadn’t attended.
Time seemed to fly as she stared at her phone.
It was around three in the afternoon when the Gu Mansion resonated with a knock on the door.
“Miss Lu, are you ready?” The man standing at the door was Zhao Chen, her driver for work.
Lu Wanwan looked at him in surprise, “Ready for what?”
“Mr. Gu instructed me to pick you up at three, we should head to the venue now.”
She stood frozen, sensing what this might mean, yet not daring to believe, “Wait, can you clarify, what venue?”
“Today’s MK Night, held at Niman Hotel. If Miss Lu is ready to leave, please get in the car. There’s no need to change clothes; I’ll take you directly to the designer shop.”
“Are you sure you’re not mistaken?”
The driver said, “I’m not mistaken, Miss Lu. These were Mr. Gu’s instructions an hour ago.”
“I’m ready.” She grabbed her phone, realizing there was nothing else she needed to bring.
The rage from Gu Annan the night before still unnerved her, leaving her baffled as to why he had changed his mind.
It must have been a previous reservation, for as soon as Lu Wanwan entered the shop, a specialist greeted her and took her directly to try on the new season’s gowns.
She picked several pieces and as there was still time, tried them on one by one.
Gu Annan arrived while she was trying on the last piece.
Following the clerk’s directions, he headed straight for the fitting room.