Charmine knew Waverly had come out, but instead of getting off of Anthony’s lap, she continued to lean against him. “No need. If my husband said so, I trust you. Furthermore, she’s merely a decoy, and we don’t have to mind her.” With that, Charmine suddenly frowned. “Husband, I’m quite hungry.” “I’ll ask Mozart to come over,” offered Anthony and took out his phone, only to be held back by Charmine. “No way, I want to eat the breakfast made by my husband. That’ll be more romantic.” Anthony was speechless. This woman was that addicted to this game? Regardless, he would always satisfy her request. “Alright, I’ll go and make it.” He placed her on the sofa and stood up, about to walk toward the kitchen. Waverly, who was in the corridor, clenched her fists tightly. Damn Charmine… She was rubbing it in her face! How could she make the high-above Anthony her personal chef? All of a sudden, Charmine suddenly grabbed Anthony’s large hand. “I suddenly thought of something. W
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