He's a jerk

61.

The day seemed to be quite slow, and Annabel prayed it would end soon. She didn't like how she felt after Roland told her that. She had no idea what he meant either and it seemed as if everywhere suddenly became hotter than normal.

She couldn't concentrate on the files she was working on and would look at Roland from time to time to see if he was affected by the hotness as well. Roland's eyes were fixed on the laptop he was working on, and occasionally the employees would come for him to review their work and also sign some papers.

Annabel admired how hard working he was and sighed, ruffling her hair. She looked at the spot where his water dispenser was and remembered the day he had taken her to his private suite. She suddenly started craving for that ice cream but had to control herself.

She turned to look at Roland again and this time around, he had his hand on his forehead, his face scrunched up in pain. Annabel didn't want to ask so he wouldn't tease her again.

She glanced his