Did Bianca come to the Royal Mansion when she was not there and then meet Anthony... Anne closed her eyes tightly to prevent the nauseating images in her mind from forming. How could this be? How... Anne picked up the earring on the ground and ran to the bathroom, throwing it into the toilet and flushing it away with water. She regretted it, looking at the earring being washed away by water. If it was thrown away, what if Anthony noticed that the earring was missing? Would he come to ask her? The intimacy of last night with Anthony suddenly disappeared. When Anthony came back, Anne was still asleep. Anthony kissed Anne away, and she woke up almost instantly. Her eyes flashed when she saw Anthony. "Finished with your work?" "Yes." "I don't mind if you stay at work. You don't have to come back to accompany me. Although I have amnesia, I know what's going on with my life," Anne said. "Are you in a bad mood? Had a nightmare?" Anthony stared at her closely in case
"Why didn't you say it before?" Anthony's black eyes were deep and sharp. "I didn't know what the person's purpose was, and I wondered if they had anything to do with Sarah's death. I couldn't figure it out, so I told you. Anthony, do you think that person is the killer?" Bianca had a confused look on her face. Anthony did not directly answer her, and his aura was deep and imposing. The stagnant air made Bianca's heart uneasy, not knowing what to do next. Even such important news could not shock him. What a mature man. She admired him a lot. Bianca wanted a masculine man like him as her husband. Anne accompanied the triplets in the Royal Mansion and sat on the steps when she was tired. The triplets kicked the ball happily. Chloe played half the game, gave up, and went to play with the butterflies. Anne looked down at the delicate and expensive watch on her wrist. She was looking at the time. There was another half an hour to dinner. There was no sign of Antho
Anne sat nervously in front of the Royal mansion, trying to stop Chloe from catching any caterpillars. The streetlights in the garden were already on, dotting the area with a beautiful, pearlescent glow. The footlights along the path stretched out into the distance, almost as if they were trying to pull people's lonely hearts toward them. Anne stared off into the distance until she heard the sound of a car approaching. At first, she thought it was just her imagination. Then, the children responded quickly. "Look, a car! It's a Rolls-Loyce!" they shouted. Anne stared blankly at the car as it pulled to a stop, and Anthony stepped out. He seemed the same as usual. "Is Papa tired?" Chloe asked. "Is everything okay?" Chris chimed in. Anthony touched Chloe's head and looked up at Anne. "I'm fine," he said. Anne was slightly surprised. It was almost seven o'clock, and Anthony had not eaten. How was that possible? Had he eaten with Bianca... "Papa hasn't eaten. Let's go get foo
"I want you even more," Anthony said, his hot breath spraying on Anne's small mouth. She felt a little itchy, and before she could lick her lips, he kissed her. Her long eyelashes trembled like the wings of a butterfly. Her face turned even redder. Anne thought to herself, 'I wonder if I'll have to do what I did in the bathroom last night again?' However, she was wrong and just slept normally at night without doing anything. Even so, she was very satisfied just being hugged by Anthony. She thought to herself, 'It would be great if I could go on like this with Anthony for the rest of my life.' The next day, Anne went to the company. At around ten o'clock, the office door was pushed open, and Bianca walked in in heels and dressed to the nines. "You don't even remember that I used to come in and out of the company often? Even if you forgot, you should have heard about it from the people in the company," Bianca said, sitting down on the sofa and looking contemptuously at A
Anne said, "It's not decided yet. Let's see what the manager wants to eat." "Call me when you're done eating," said Anthony. "Okay, got it," Anne replied, hanging up the phone and breathing a sigh of relief. She thought to herself, 'Why do I have to answer so many questions just for a meal? It's making me so nervous.' 'If Anthony knew that I was eating with Bianca privately, would he be angry?' Anne decided just to have the meal and then figure out the situation. She could not just rely on other people. After making the phone call, Anne went into the restaurant where Bianca was already sitting, looking at the menu. "Are you done? Did Anthony say anything?" Bianca asked. "No, nothing," Anne replied. "That's good, I was still worried that he wouldn't allow it," Bianca said, looking at Anne's quiet face. "We did argue about Anthony before, but no matter what, we are sisters, though not by blood." "We used to have a good relationship?" Anne asked. "Of course. Being ha
"How are you getting along with Anthony? I know that Anthony has a stomach problem, don't let him eat anything that might be irritating to his stomach," Bianca asked. Anne did not know about this at first, but later, when she had relationship problems with Anthony, she asked Mia about it. Mia had worked at the Royal Mansion for so long that it was easy to find out after asking. Anne's heart felt sour when she heard the reminder. Sure enough, Bianca knew Anthony very well. And she knew nothing... As if she was an outsider... Anne's mood was unusually depressed... Bianca turned her face away and saw a familiar car speeding to a stop outside the restaurant. Her heart skipped a beat, but she quickly calmed down. She said to Anne, "I think Anthony will be very angry if he knows that we are eating together because he's afraid that I will be jealous of you and feel uncomfortable. He wants to protect me. So Anne, don't tell Anthony that you met me today, okay?" Just as Ann
Anthony made a phone call from the guardrail at the entrance of the hall. "Don't meet her again," he said. "Anthony, I didn't say anything. You can ask her if you don't believe me. I already said good things about you. In fact, I just want to have a good relationship with her. We can't be husband and wife, but we can be friends. I know that. Isn't it better if we work together to find out who the mysterious person targeting Anne is?" Bianca explained on the phone. "Do you want me to repeat myself?" Anthony's voice became cold. "If you really need anything, just contact me." "Okay," Bianca said. As Anthony hung up the phone, a car drove in from afar and stopped under the steps. The car door opened, and the triplets jumped out of the car. "I don't want to be a two-year-old l! I don't have much freedom!" said Charlie. "Is it better to be a three-year-old? Is it okay if I have two brothers to protect me?" Chloe asked. Chris did not speak because he saw his Papa standing o
If she were to divorce, she would be alone. Although she has a company, her power is limited. Furthermore, Anthony had a lot of power. If she had left him, what would she have left? The thought of leaving the children and Anthony made her heart sore. She decided to pretend that she did not know anything. Could she maintain a harmonious family with Anthony and the child this way? Anne went back to her desk and called Robert. "Can you check all my assets for me?" she asked. "I don't need to check. I know them by heart. When Mr. Nigel made his will, he had it sorted out. I'll sort it out and bring it to you later," Robert replied. A few minutes later, Robert came over with the documents. All of them were assets under Anne's name, including real estate. Anne had learned a lot about herself that was related to Anthony, knowing very little about what she owned. Was it possible to recover some memory fragments from knowing one's own assets? In the morning, Anne found t