Chapter 222

Inside the car, Annie had already spotted Renee and deliberately kissed Carl in front of her. She wanted to make it clear to Renee that just because she’s in bed with Carl, it didn’t mean anything—Annie Simmons was the woman Carl had ultimately chosen.

But before Annie's lips could land on Carl’s cheek, he raised his arm and blocked her approach.

Annie froze for a few seconds, then looked at him with a hurt expression. "Carl, what's wrong?"

Carl calmly pulled out a tissue and wiped the spot on his sleeve where Annie had brushed against. "That lipstick color doesn’t suit you," he said casually.

Annie’s face turned pale. She instinctively pressed her lips together, and her hands clenched the fabric of her dress.

Carl glanced at her sideways. "Why are you so nervous?"

Annie, visibly startled, forced herself to relax. "N-no, I’m fine. I think I just ate too much at afternoon tea—my stomach feels a bit off. But since we’re coworkers, I had to show some courtesy."

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