Sarah was exhausted, so she did not chase after Dorothy to beat her up. Instead, she sat on the sofa, panting heavily as she tidied her messy hair."I'm sure I lost a lot of hair from that…I wonder if there's any bald spot…" Sarah looked at the end of her hair pitifully and touched her scalp. Then, she quickly remembered the reason Dorothy came to cause a scene. Anthony must have stood Bianca up. Otherwise, Dorothy would not have had such a huge reaction and come to make a fuss.So, this was Anne's doing?Did she really listen to her advice? When Sarah thought of this, she became extremely proud. Later, she went to her room to look for her phone and called Anne, but it also went unanswered. Then, she immediately hung up the phone. If the two of them were really together, it would not be a good time to call Anne.Sarah was secretly overjoyed, pleased that her precious daughter really had a trick up her sleeve, and even managed to ruin the day when Anthony and Bianca were supp
Anthony did not say anything and left the room. Then, he took out a bottle of water from the refrigerator and drank it. After that, he sat on the sofa, taking out his phone from his suit pocket. When Anthony saw Bianca's calls and text messages, he remembered that he was supposed to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau this morning. Yet, it was almost 4 p.m. now, long past the agreed time. Anthony rubbed his temples, annoyed that he had forgotten such an important thing...Bianca was still waiting inside the Civil Affairs Bureau, which would close in an hour."Bianca, let's go back. Anthony hasn't said anything yet until now. He won't come, right?" Dorothy had been by Bianca's side, feeling angry and vengeful. Moreover, her face still had Sarah's fingerprints from their fight. "He'll come. He's surely late because he has something urgent in hand to handle," Bianca was kidding herself."No matter what, he should've said something, as this is such an important thing. What's the point
Anthony sat on the sofa and stared at the person lying in bed.Sure enough, the slender woman could not handle her torment.After a while, Anthony got up and sat on the edge of the bed, hovering over and covering Anne's little face as if there were a layer of gray film. Next, he touched her little face with the back of his hand, which was tender and slightly hot.Anne, who was sleeping, felt comfortable and rubbed her face against Anthony's hand lightly. Not only did she not resent his slightly rough skin, but she reached out and grabbed his hand, resting her face on it as if she was afraid that he would run away.Bianca just waited there until it was dark and the lights were on, yet Anthony was nowhere to be seen. She had no choice but to call Anthony again, "Anthony, when are you coming? The people from the Civil Affairs Bureau are going to get off work. If you can't be on time, can you speak to the head of the Civil Affairs Bureau first?"While on the phone, Anthony stared at
Nigel frowned. From the beginning, he already thought they should not have gotten the marriage certificate, and sure enough, something went wrong. Nonetheless, Nigel could not tell the upset Bianca that, as it would only make matters worse. "Dad, help me." Bianca got up and approached Nigel, pulling his hand as she added, "Dad, talk to Anne. Ask her to give Anthony back to me. She doesn't even like him, so why is she still pestering him? I can't live without Anthony… Please ask her to forgive what I've done in the past. She can do anything, but just stop taking Anthony away from me… Okay? Dad, tell her. She'll surely listen to you…"Bianca burst into tears.Nigel was distressed and sighed. "I'll find out the situation and give you an answer."Bianca nodded, looking sad and heartbroken.As a father, Nigel could not stand seeing his daughter so miserable, so he could only get involved. Anne's fever recurred in the middle of the night, so Kathryn was called over again. It was o
Anne went into the kitchen, stood next to him, and watched him prepare to crack the eggs. Then, she said, "Let me do it…""Who asked you to get out of bed?""I'm feeling much better." Then, Anne looked at the small egg in his hand and asked, "You know how to make a poached egg?""What's so difficult about that?" Anthony was about to crack the egg with both hands, looking very skilled. However, he directly crushed the egg the next second. The broken egg and shell all went into the pan."Pfft!" Anne laughed.Anthony cast a warning glance at her, and she finally stopped. "Umm… You don't have to use so much force to do that," Anne said. Anthony refilled the water and was ready to crack another egg. Although he controlled his strength this time, the shell was still crushed, and some fell into the pot.Anne was about to say it was fine, but Anthony threw the water and started again.The third time, Anthony reduced his strength a little, and the egg was finally cracked perfect
Anthony got up, walked to the couch in the living room, picked up his jacket, and put it on.His tall and slender figure has a terrorizing aura and a strong sense of oppression.He turned his body to the side slightly and his line of sight was staring at Anne, who was in front of the table.Anne was just about to take a bite of the poached egg when she felt a sense of pressure closing in on her from behind and her spine subconsciously stiffened.Anthony leaned down slightly from behind her. He put one hand on the edge of the table to support himself, enveloped Anne in his arms, and used his other hand to lift her jaw up. He then lowered his thin lips and kissed her lips.Anthony frowned. "Isn't it too sweet?" Anne was slightly panting. "...You're only realizing it now? You've poured half a bag of sugar into it, haven't you?"It was rare that Anthony was not confident because he indeed has done so."It's fine. I'll pour some water in later," said Anne as she looked at the black
He vanished just like that. Bianca certainly must be anxious.Just as she left the door, the phone in her bag rang.The phone that she bought herself would not have any sound even if there was an incoming call.She took out the phone and saw that it was Bianca calling. She did not answer the call.Just as she stuffed the phone bag into her bag…"Anne?"Anne was stunned for a moment. She turned around and saw her father, Nigel, walking out of the garage. He was looking at her in surprise."Dad…""You're here?" Nigel asked."I… I came to check out the progress of the renovation," said Anne as she avoided his gaze a little.Nigel believed what she said. After all, how could he have expected that Anthony would be staying next door?"Do you like the renovation?""Mm-hmm. I quite like it," said Anne.Nigel saw Anne's face and asked, "What's the matter? Are you not feeling well?""I had a fever the past two days and had been sleeping in the apartment," said Anne."You had a fev
Anne had no idea where her father got such confidence to think that Bianca would take care of her when she was ill.Perhaps in her father's eyes, Bianca was just a wilful princess and she did not harbor any ill will."Dad, what if I said that I like Anthony too?""What?" Nigel was so shocked that he almost lost control of the steering wheel.Anne said, "Otherwise, why would I have given birth to his children? Also, Dad, I'm more suitable to marry Anthony than Bianca. After all, I am the triplets' mother. Dad, it's better for you to go back and talk some sense into Bianca!"Nigel was unable to say anything at all.He did not expect that Anne would like Anthony.Otherwise, he would not have said all that."I'm sorry. I wasn't being considerate," Nigel apologized to her, "I've always thought that you hated him… Also, he hasn't been good to you because of your mother.""It's just some misunderstandings." Anne did not want to continue talking anymore. She felt very tired.Nigel tu