What Poem Gives You The Chills - Chapter 244

Chapter 244 Anna's POV: Blake appeared suddenly, walking briskly toward us with a group trailing behind him. I heard Claire's voice calling out, Blakey, wait for male a to catch up. Two assistants I recognized from the Wright Group office followed close behind. Seth immediately moved me behind him protectively and confronted Blake. "What are you doing here? I don't remember inviting you Blake remained calm, taking a step forward. Seth pulled me back. One of Blake's assistants rushed over with an explanation. "Mr.

Price, our CEO's invitation was personally delivered by your father, who specifically emphasized that our CEO must attend. She pulled out an invitation from her folder- -even more elegant than the one I'd received, Seth clenched his fist and turned to me. "Anna, I swear I didn't know." "It's okay," I replied. A tall brunette woman with striking blue eyes ran up to us, calling out in accented English, "Seth! What are you doing here?" Seth's expression changed as he shot Blake a furious glare.. I'm here to pick up my friend for our wedding tomorrow," Seth responded.

The woman gestured toward Blake. "What a coincidence, my father also asked me to pick up our esteemed guest. Let me introduce you-this is a very fam young entrepreneur in America. He'll be working closely with our family business in the future." Seth gave a cold laugh. "Oh, I know him well. He's sort of our matchmaker," he said, glancing at me. Only then did I realize that Seth's upcoming wedding was somehow connected to Blake. Blake's eyes remained fixed on me as he extended his hand. After saying goodbye to Emily, Ethan, and Seth, I took Blake's arm and left.

From the corner my eye, I could see Seth clenching his jaw in anger. In the car, Blake sat next to me while Isabelle joined us. She briefly introduced herself as Isabelle Morris before launching into rapid French conversati with Blake's assistant. Blake occasionally joined their discussion. I observed Isabelle closely-she had an obvious ambitious streak, the type who would fight fiercely for her interests. I couldn't help wondering if Seth truly be happy with a woman like her.

After dropping Isabelle and the assistants at their company building to discuss business matters, the car fell silent. The air felt suffocating, filled with unfamiliar perfume. Claire broke the silence. "Blakey, take me sightseeing later. We haven't really enjoyed Paris together yet." Blake didn't respond, sitting with his eyes closed, looking exhausted. "Blakey, Claire persisted, her voice grating on my nerves. My head throbbed. "Stop the car,' I told the driver. "I'll get out here." I wanted to leave them alone.