The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 1073 Kissed Her While Calling



Chapter 1073 Kissed Her While Calling

Chapter 1073 Kissed Her While Calling

Anthony didn't look surprised when he saw Mavis appear at Lyre Spiti. Instead, the little boy he was

holding in his arms jumped up with joy.

"Mommy!"

Alistair broke free from his father's grip and ran towards Mavis, hugging her tightly. "Mommy, don't you

want to see me? Why haven't you come to see me these past few days?"

Mavis kissed his little face and rubbed his short hair. "Of course I do. I think about you every night and

have trouble sleeping because of it. But there were some special circumstances that prevented me

from coming to see you these past few days. I'm sorry."

He didn't press for more information and simply said, "It's okay. We're together now."

Alistair's face with its bright blue eyes curved into a smile that could melt anyone's heart. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

As soon as she saw her son, Mavis felt weak in the knees. "Come on, let's go try the fish I cooked for

you."

Anthony stood still for a moment watching their backs as they walked away.

Ever since seeing Mavis again, their son seemed to have completely forgotten about Anthony's

existence and happily followed after her without even looking back.

He shook his head lightly with a helpless tone of voice, "What an ungrateful brat."

"That's not fair," Molly said suddenly appearing out of nowhere with her high ponytail framing her

youthful face. She was giving off an air of confidence due to attending military school.

"What's not fair?" Anthony turned around to look at her.

"Milk tofu was born from my godmother's womb. There was still an umbilical cord attached! How much

hardship did she endure just so she could give birth? He treats godmother well because he owes it to

her."

Anthony smirked slightly instead of arguing back this time but asked instead, "Where's Spencer?"

"He has a city-level math competition next week so he is studying in his room right now doing practice

problems," Molly replied calmly while rolling up some meatballs for grilling later on outside by the

charcoal fire pit.

Even though Spencer had won national level competitions before without breaking a sweat, but having

only one city-level competition made him study hard, which meant that he probably didn't want to see

Anthony who would bother him unnecessarily.

Anthony knew what was going on but decided not call out Spencer's bluff, "How has he been feeling

lately?"

"He seems fine. Heart rate, blood pressure are all stable according Uncle Jimmy. He says as long as

he doesn't engage in too much strenuous activity or get startled easily, then taking medicine regularly

should be enough."

Anthony nodded relievedly before saying, "Let's stop standing here then. Go grill some food over

there."

They were going to barbecue over charcoal fire pits tonight.

Malcolm used a charcoal fire made from stacked stones, which gave off a camping-like atmosphere in

the backyard.

Alistair was completely focused on Mavis, as if he had forgotten that his father was even there.

Mavis took great care of Alistair, blowing on the grilled pork belly to make sure it wasn't too hot before

feeding it to her son.

Anthony looked serious and reminded them, "He's already five years old. Feeding him bite by bite will

only spoil him. Let him feed himself."

Before anyone could even taste the delicious pork belly, Alistair's feeding frenzy was stopped short. He

pouted and complained, "Daddy, you don't love me anymore."

Lyra chimed in with support for Mavis, "Mavis just came back from overseas not long ago and probably

hasn't fed Alistair very much yet. It won't spoil him if she feeds him once or twice."

Anthony didn't say anything else after that.

Mavis gave Lyra a grateful look and continued to feed Alistair while he chewed away happily.

The sound of sizzling charcoal filled the air as Lyra casually asked about their plans if Mavis decided to

stay in Crana for a while longer, "If you plan on staying here for some time, news of your survival can't

be kept hidden forever. What are your plans?"

Mavis hesitated and looked at Anthony silently.

Anthony slowly tasted the freshly grilled meat skewer in his hand before replying nonchalantly, "I

haven't thought about it yet. We'll talk about it when the time comes."

Upon hearing this response from Anthony, Mavis furrowed her brows slightly.

Didn't he say just a few days ago that he would handle her return home soon? They needed to

announce that she was still alive so they could get divorced and fight for custody of their son legally.

Why did this man keep changing his mind?

Sensing that Anthony didn't want to discuss this topic any further, Lyra refrained from saying anything

more and went over to check out Malcolm's delicious-smelling grilled fish instead.

During the latter half of dinner party, Mavis seemed distracted while eating.

She put down her skewer with no appetite left, "You guys go ahead. I need to use the restroom."

As soon as she left, Lyra noticed something amiss, "I think something is bothering Mavis. I'm going

over there."

"Wait up Mom!" Lyra tried getting up but got stopped by Molly who pointed towards Anthony, "I think

there's someone better suited for comforting Mavis."

Her meaning couldn't have been clearer - even little Alistair understood what she meant.

"Daddy, do you need to go pee-pee too?" All eyes turned towards Anthony.

Anthony stood up, devoid of any extra emotion. "I'll be back in a bit," he said.

In the villa hallway, Mavis searched for the location of the first-floor bathroom from memory. Just as she

was about to enter, a man rushed over and grabbed her wrist, pulling her into his embrace.

Before Mavis could react, she found herself leaning against Anthony's chest.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

Anthony looked down at her with a smirk on his lips. "Not happy?"

"Yes," Mavis replied bluntly. "What did you mean by saying you have no plans tonight? You said

yourself that you would handle it as soon as possible before."

Anthony shrugged nonchalantly. "If we're going to get divorced anyway because you're so eager for it,

why can't you even meet my small request?"

Mavis knew what small request he was referring to: cutting off all contact with Moore and never seeing

him again. But this demand wasn't fair to Moore who had done nothing wrong.

"Because your request is unreasonable and childish," Mavis retorted. "We will eventually get divorced

anyway. I don't need your permission on who I can or cannot be friends with."

The phrase "be friends" pierced Anthony's heart like a dagger.

"After going abroad once," he sneered coldly while pinching Mavis's chin playfully, "Mrs. Callahan

became even more arrogant."

He continued teasingly, "Since that's how it is, then how could I let things go so easily? If you can't

meet my demands, then don't think about getting divorced."

"Anthony!"

Mavis was genuinely angry and wanted nothing more than to tear him apart right there and then.

But Anthony remained indifferent; his face showed no emotions as he turned around ready to leave.

Just when he took several steps away from her though, a phone rang.

The sound echoed through the quiet hallway like an alarm bell.

It was Mavis' phone ringing.

Anthony didn't look back at her direction but heard every word clearly enough nonetheless.

She answered in hushed tones, "Moore… It must already be late at night over there in Bostrain due to

time difference isn't it? Why are you calling me now?"

Hearing this made Anthony stop dead in his tracks; his expression gradually turning darker by each

passing moment.

"... Yeah," she continued talking softly into the phone receiver, "I just finished dinner here so don't worry

about me being bothered by anything happening over there in Crana… Yes…"

Before finishing what she wanted to say however, a tall figure suddenly loomed behind her, grabbing

hold of the back of head firmly before pressing his lips onto hers forcefully...


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