Warning My Mommy is A Savage

chapter 1901

Charmine looked into Anthony's for a moment before she blurted," Anthony, do you have...an illness?"

Why else would he stop things when they reached such an important moment?

Anthony's face turned dark at the meaning behind Charmine's words.

Where would Chris have come from if he was 'ill'?!

A look of bewilderment was plastered onto Anthony's face, and he pinched her nose as if he was punishing her. "You're overthinking. I just thought of some unresolved things from work, and I need to work them out so I'll be able to see how my darling wins tomorrow," he spoke, his tone warm to the heart and endearing altogether. "Furthermore, you also need to rest, don’t you?"

Charmine, feeling helpless, had no choice but to drop the subject. "Oh."

Of course, the look of dissatisfaction on Charmine's face did not go unnoticed by Anthony, who lowered his head and smiled.

All too suddenly, he swept her off of her feet and lifted her into his arms.

"Ah!" Charmine gasped and wound her slim arms around Anthony's neck." What're you doing!?" "I'm taking you to rest!"

With Charmine still in his arms, he walked into the bedroom and placed her onto the soft bed. He then lowered his head to leave a gentle peck on her forehead that seemed to glisten.

"Rest well."

Charmine blinked her eyes and nodded. "Come home early when you finish your work." "Okay."

Anthony pulled up the blanket over Charmine's form. He then adjusted the temperature in the room and turned off the lights before walking out of the room.

He then made his way to the study in the mansion and went straight to hit the showers. He allowed the cold water to rain over him.

After a long while, the flames of desire that overtook his heart finally dissipated. Once he was done, he put on his black sleeping robe, looking alluring and seductive even with just a simple sleepwear.

He narrowed his eyes as he lit up a cigarette. He walked out toward the balcony and exhaled the smoke, his gaze drifting into the night sky as he did.

It seemed that he had to come clean to Charmine about the incident from five years ago. Otherwise, he might just fall ill from this ordeal! Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

She was so close...yet he must not touch her, even when he could capture the glimpse of disappointment whenever he pulled away.

He had pulled out all sorts of excuses... 1

Anthony took in a deep breath and started to plan on how he could come clean to Charmine.

Charmine woke up at the precise time naturally the next morning. After washing up, she went downstairs for breakfast.

Annabel, seeing how level-headed Charmine looked, asked with worry," Ms. Charmine, you'll be competing with Ms. McKenzie afterward. Are you nervous?"

Charmine looked up at Annabel. "Why should I be?" she answered, her tone cold yet confident.

It was as if this important competition that could affect her marriage was something so small and insignificant.

Annabel gazed at Charmine with high respect. "You're amazing, Ms.

Charmine, and you'll surely win! Good luck!"

Charmine nodded nonchalantly and continued to eat her breakfast.

Anthony, meanwhile, had changed into his branded suit, and he looked sophisticated and affluent.

He walked down from upstairs and went to Charmine's side, gazing at her." Are you really ready?"

Charmine's red lips curved into a smirk as she impassively responded," Don’t worry! Your wife never fights an unsure battle! Since she has started it, it can only end with her victory!"

Anthony looked at her emotionally. He reached out to tuck strands of her hair behind her ear. "I’ll send you over after breakfast." "Okay."

The couple had finished breakfast and had changed their shoes, ready to head out when-

Thump!

Charmine and Anthony turned back to see...

Annabel had fallen onto the floor, and she was unmoving.

The butler, upon hearing the loud thump, rushed over toward them. "Ms. Annabel? Ms. Annabel?"

No matter how he called her, she was not responding.