My Killing President

Chapter 58 Ex-husband

Annabelle gave Mu an impression of always being secretive and mysterious, like a woman with history.

And he couldn’t help but being drawn in closer and closer…

Little did he knew, if he were to find out her secret…probably he would need an ambulance.

“How is the taste, pretty awesome right?”

“Thousand over dollars for this, how can it be bad?”

“Glad to hear that! Remember, you owe me a favour!”

“Huh?” Annabelle finally raised her eyes and looked confused, “What favour?”

“Haven’t you heard of the saying there are no free lunch, in this case dinner?”

“Wasn’t I the one to accompanied you!?” She popped her eyes comically. This stingy capitalist was too

good at taking advantage!

“But you ate it anyway. That counts!” Mu chattered seriously, determined to flimflam her.

“……”

Can I hurl the meat at him and leave?

She looked down at her inviting steak.

……

Since I’ve already eaten, even if I didn’t finish it, no chance in hell would Mu let this slide. Might as well This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

enjoy life to the fullest first, worry later…

Annabelle lifted her glass and tasted the wine. It was well-aged in oak, rich and flat. It hit the middle of

the tongue almost like butter and had a smooth finish. And she enjoyed more with the combination.

Mu’s attentiveness was with her. As he gazed adoringly at her he noticed that he felt unusually

comfortable and delightful by her side. It was relaxing, even somewhat nostalgic.

Annabelle eventually felt his stare and looked up. When she saw how he looked at her, her heart

fluttered.

“Mr. Mu, you got me eating dinner with you here, swindled a favour from me and if your girlfriend see

us again, I reckon she’s really gonna chew me alive!”

“Are you afraid?” Mu raised an eyebrow and asked.

“Of course I am!” She responded instantly, “Who wouldn’t? It’s very annoying to deal with those pesky

things!”

Mu harrumphed at her reply. He didn’t think she was even marginally afraid of Yoi. Every time when

they clashed, she managed to utterly piss off Yoi.

He took his time to cut himself a mouthful and mumbled, “I guess you’d have more of that coming…”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Nothing, let’s eat!” he chuckled.

Annabelle was puzzled but she decided to leave it at that, she had something much more important on

her plate now.

Sometimes the amount you pay really made a difference. A good steak and a substandard one could

be so vastly different. Annabelle had an enjoyable time.

When they were done, Mu wanted to send her home. She didn’t protest, partly because she basically

gave up knowing how domineering he could be, and partly because it was difficult to get a cab at this

hour.

It was another quiet journey. But this time, there was no awkwardness anymore.

Mu turned to his right and looked at her, she was daydreaming again, gazing into the distance outside

the window.

“What are you thinking?”

“Design.”

“Any idea?”

“Still nothing…”

Mu twitched his eyebrow and said, “Remember what Nischae said? Only by immersing a story into art

you can create resonance. I think you should incorporate your very own story!”

“Story comes from romance, friendships, families or life. My entire life was pretty monotonous; standard

family background, standard friends, I really can’t think of any good story materials!”

“Then how about romance?” Mu finally waited until this moment.

Annabelle turned and glare at him like an angry puppy, “Mr. Mu, don’t be a jerk, you knew I was

divorced!”

“Before that? Didn’t you have any other experiences?”

……

Annabelle was quiet and sank into a deep thoughts.

“Your ex-husband, what kind of man was he?”