Chapter 533: Luck
Autumn opened her eyes to see a man’s face hovering over her and felt her body freeze from fear. Instincively wanting to fight, she screamed out loud even as she tried to move her limbs in order to fight the incoming threat... It took her a few moments to realise that no one was trying to restrain her...
Panting heavily, she lay there and stared up art Gabriel Frost who was now standing further away from her, with a pack of juice in his hand.. It was him... even as her brain felt the relief, she tried to calm herself down, repeating in her mind,"You are safe Autumn. This man is not a threat... He is gay..."
That helped calm her a bit and she was finally able to breath freely, the agonizing fear of finding him so close to her like that, subsiding. It was then that everything came back to her. She’d been standing in the meeting room, trying to listen to him so that she would not make a bad impression.. And then she’d felt everything black out...
Autumn closed her eyes and moaned. Why was everything going wrong these days. She wanted to make a good impression on this man and she kept getting things worst. Could she pretend to faint again? Maybe he would leave her and then she would be able to slink away from here and bury herself in some hole.
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As the girl closed her eyes, Gabe’s mouth kicked up in amusement. She was as transparent as an X-Ray, showing every thought on her face. While he did not like the fear that first appeared in her eyes and what that told about her past, he could see the exact moment that she came to the conclusion that he wasn’t a threat.
It was almsot like watching a drama to practice showing emotions. And when she closed her eyes in mortification and, she looked as cute as a mischievuous little kitten. It made him want to laugh. He watched as she tried to pretend being unconscious and sighed. Too cute.
"Miss Autumn. Please drink this." Walking close to her, he placed the pack of juice onto the coffee table before stepping back. He watched as she opened her eyes and glanced from him to the juice box.
"I...I’m so sorry."