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He opened the door angrily and slammed the door. He rested his head on the wall and sighed.

The words of his mother kept running through his mind. Was he really sure about this relationship?

Did he really deserve her?

He walked tiredly to the bedroom and bounced on the bed. The bathroom door opened and Olivia stepped outside with a tower shocked to see Anthony back home.

“You okay?” Olivia asked. She grabbed another towel from the closet to clean her body, turned on the closet blind and changed into a blue shirt, black trouser and high heels.

Anthony stood up and hugged her from behind. His palms resting on her belly and his face buried in the crook of her neck. He moaned hungrily while brushing her hair from falling on her neck.

“You had a fight with your mother, right?” She inquired once more and when he shook his head as a reply, she hummed.

As expected, the news had flown to his mother's ears very quickly and h