When His Perfect Mask Shattered I Awoke (Anneliese) novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19 It’s Me, Jonathan

Certainly, the boss couldn’t have been possessed. That can only mean I’ve seriously misunderstood.

While his brain scrambled to catch up, Zion failed to stop the car in time. It breezed past the woman and her dog, kicking up a cold gust and a flurry of dry leaves in its wake.

Anneliese flinched from the sudden chill and instinctively stepped further off the road, pulling Meatloaf along.

“Stop the car.”

The air inside the Bentley dropped several degrees. Zion felt a chill creep down the back of his neck and stomped on the brake without thinking.

The car came to a halt. And then Zion stared in absolute shock as his notoriously cold and romance–allergic boss opened the door–and headed straight for the woman on the sidewalk.

He’s approaching her!

And trying to talk to her!

Everything Zion believed about the world shattered in that moment.

Anneliese kept her head down, her eyes fixed on her scraped leg. She’d fallen earlier while running through a dark alley.

A shadow suddenly blocked her view. In her peripheral vision, a pair of sharp, black leather shoes appeared.

Her blood ran cold, face pale, and she turned to run–only to have her wrist caught in a strong grip.

She didn’t hesitate–she lowered her head and sank her teeth into his hand.

The man grunted. His voice was low and unfamiliar. “It’s me… Jonathan.”

Anneliese stiffened as soon as she realized she’d bitten the wrong person. She slowly let go and looked down–right into the big goofy face of Meatloaf, who was happily sitting at the man’s feet, tail wagging like a fan.

“Woof!”

Mortified, Anneliese yanked her hand away like she’d touched something scalding and stumbled back two steps. “I’m so sorry! Someone was chasing us just now–I thought…”

But when her gaze met Jonathan’s steady, quict eyes, her cars flushed red. Every time she saw this man, she was either apologizing or thanking him. It was like he had a knack for showing up exactly when she was at her lowest.

“Is your hand okay?” she asked guiltily.

Jonathan let his arm fall to his side, out of her view.

“What happened?” he asked, his eyes scanning her, landing on the bruise near her temple.

There was something about his gaze–it was too clear, too cutting. It made her feel exposed. Embarrassed.

And they weren’t even close.

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