After bathing the children, Anne walked out of the room and picked up her mobile phone on the coffee table to check Anthony's location.He was not in the Archduke Group, nor was he in The Curve.It seemed to be somewhere in the city. He should be seeking entertainment.With Anthony's status in Luton, he could have any sort of entertainment he wanted.Even if he was not interested, other people would even come knocking on the door!Anything would do as long as he did not come to trouble her.Anne was indeed a little afraid that Anthony would go mad, and it would be difficult to end it.Anthony entered a high-end place. A bar. His face was gloomy.The person in charge was a clever one. He immediately came over to serve him with care.From the appearance of this big man, he could feel the aura which made others dare not huff an audible breath!When they were heading in, someone jumped out right next to him, and suddenly bumped into Anthony.Anthony slightly restrained his steps
"Ms. Vallois' presence would be required." Anne felt something was wrong. "Why?" "Do you know Lucia? She bumped into Mr. Marwood in the bar. If you don't come..." Oliver left it up to the imagination. Anne realized the seriousness of the matter. She had never seen anyone who could leave untouched after provoking Anthony. Lucia was the only one who stood on her side among her colleagues in the Aesthetic Clinic. How could she turn a blind eye? "If you agree, I will send someone to pick you up," Oliver said. "No, just give me the address." Anne, who hung up the phone, looked at the three children sleeping soundly on the bed and covered Charlie's belly with a blanket. She would leave them at home. They would not wake up as quickly as they had just fallen asleep. The only thing she was afraid of was that they woke up hungry in the middle of the night and could not find her. Anne was really afraid to meet Anthony, but what about Lucia? She could not just leave her the
Anne looked at him, and even though her pupils trembled, she did not move. "Did you drink too much?" It was true that Anthony drank too much, but he did not appear to be drunk like others. He still looked regal and elegant. Anne's gaze fell on Anthony's wet thin lips. Leaning over, she gently touched and rubbed against it. Anthony had not reacted, which was the best response she could get. She was expecting to be pushed away. Anne kissed him for a while until she was short of breath. She pressed her lips against the corner of his lips and asked, "I have made you a promise. Can you let her go? I have always listened to you, but can you forgive me this time?" Anthony pinched her chin. "Are you sure this is the only time?" "The previous ones don't count..." Anne pouted and whispered to him. Anthony stared at her slightly squeamish face with dark eyes. His eyes darkened, and he raised his hand. Oliver immediately ended the performance on stage. Lucia cried and shrank to
Anthony held her face and looked at her. "What do you want to do?" "Ah?" Anne was taken aback by the question. She thought he was the one who wanted to do something. "I...I don't want to do anything." "Then why are you here?" "...I sent you home." That sounded illogical. Anthony was a dangerous man, and he had bodyguards to keep strangers away from him. Why would he need her to send him home? Was Anthony asking such a strange question because he was drunk? A knock on the door broke the silence in the air. "It's tea for your hangover. I'll get it." Anne pushed the sturdy arm that was supporting her away. A second later, Anthony rolled over and let go of her. The weight on her body was gone, and Anne breathed a sigh of relief. She hastily got up from the bed and went to open the door. Hayden gave Anne some tea, expecting her to give it to Anthony herself. Anne could not refuse and took it with both hands. Hayden closed the door. Anne carried it into the bedroo
'Didn't he know I don't have much strength?' Usually, when she was struggling in Anthony's hands, she was completely powerless. "Ah!" When Anne pressed the muscles on his shoulders, her hand slid down accidentally. Her nails slid across Anthony's neck, and her whole body almost fell into the bathtub. Anthony's face turned dark. His black eyes opened, and displeasure flashed in his eyes. Anne hurriedly stood up and noticed a red mark on Anthony's neck like a cat scratch. She was so frightened that she stuttered, "I...I didn't mean to...it was an accident..." "Get out," Anthony said impatiently. "Yes, sir!" Anne was desperate to leave immediately. After she went out, she did not dare to leave. She stood in the bedroom and waited. When Anthony came out of the bathtub, he still had not sobered up. Standing in front of the mirror, he saw the conspicuous red mark on his neck. Before he could react, the discomfort in his stomach made him frown. He had not eaten at night,
"It's been five or six years since he had stomach problems..." Dr. Brown said. Anne thought it was about the same time as when she left the country. At that time, Anthony was not that powerful in Luton, so the stomach problem was probably caused by his career. Every time she checked Anthony's location, he was almost always in the Archduke Group. Dr. Brown looked at Anne who came down with her, took a glance upstairs, and asked, "Aren't you staying here?" Anne was a little embarrassed. "No, I want to go back." If she wanted to please Anthony, she should stay, even if she was not doing anything. However, she has children at home she needs to consider. "I'll take you back home in my car." "No, I can take the subway." "There is no subway at this time of the day." Dr. Brown smiled. Anne was embarrassed. "Then...Thank you!" Dr. Brown drove, and Anne sat in the passenger seat, not knowing what to say for a while. "It seems that Mr. Marwood drank a lot at night." Dr.
Anthony's relationship with her was not that simple. She doubted if she was even qualified to be his lover. Now she has neither money nor anyone close to her. "I was also greedy. The person in charge of the bar told me that there would be a lot of tips in Mr. Marwood's box, so I went. If I didn't go, I wouldn't have caused you so much trouble," Lucia said. "No." Anne wanted to change the subject. "Do you still go to the bar at night?" "Yes, my mother has taken all my salary. I can't even pay for my living expenses. If I go to a bar, I get cash. At least I will be able to eat." Lucia was rather attractive, and she was well-spoken, but Anne was still a little worried about her. "The bar is a mess. Have you thought about changing to another job?" "I've thought about it, but I'll take it slow! Life will never be too bad if I try my hardest," Lucia said optimistically. Anne nodded. "Indeed." Working hard toward a goal...very inspirational indeed. Sarah came to her area wit
Where were the children? She told the children that the key was under the flowerpot, and if Mama were not home, they could open the door by themselves. Sarah came out with the dishes. "Why are you standing there in a daze? Go wash your hands. Dinner is ready." Anne was in no mood to eat. If the children had not returned, what should she do when they came back later? They would have to meet with Sarah head-on. "Aunt, how did you get in?" Anne asked. "Of course, I came in with the key under the flowerpot!" Sarah said. Sarah thought about making a phone call to the school. At this time, she wanted to prevent the children from meeting her aunt... However, before she could, the screen changed. It was Lucas's call. She went to the balcony to answer. "Hello?" "Are you at home?" "Yes, what's the matter?" Anne asked. "The children are at my house," Lucas said. "Why are they at your house?" Anne lowered her voice. "Is there someone in your family?" "Yes, my aunt is