Powerful Papa with Triplet Babies

Chapter 104

Chapter 104 She set the glass of water down onto the coffee table, all the while tensing under the pressure of Anthony‘s presence. He noticed the bruise on her neck and grabbed her chin when she was about to get up. Startled. she froze anxiously. “Wh–what‘s wrong?”

“I don‘t remember it being this bad.” He studied the bruise sharply.

Realizing what he meant, she touched the bruise on her neck and said, “I....I did this, otherwise people would misunderstand...ugh!”

He dragged her closer and she fell, landing one knee on the couch and the other on Anthony‘s thigh. She instinctively reached down to steady herself and bit her lips in embarrassment.

He rubbed his finger on the bruised skin and she still felt sore from the touch.

“Looks like I should have been less merciful with you,” he said while staring at the bruise. “Please spare me.” She glanced at him, doe–eyed. “It really hurt when I turned it into a bruise

He tensed at her pleading expression and grabbed her by the back of her neck, before pressing his lips against hers.

“Umph!” Her heart skipped a beat as she closed her eyes in response to the assault.

Soon, the temperature of the room rose and the situation spun out of control. She panted as she leaned against his chest, his strong, rhythmic heartbeat filled her dazed mind.

The glass she set on the table had fallen and the water had trickled down onto the floor, gathering into a small puddle. Sensing what he was about to do next, she clenched her fists and pleaded, “I‘ve been working the whole day. Can‘t you just let me go for today? I want to rest…” “I‘ll spare you this time.”

Anne was surprised by his answer, since she only thought that there was a ten percent chance that he would agree. She got up and picked her clothes up from the floor, before proceeding to put them on nervously.

Still full–dressed, Anthony sat on the couch and studied her frantic state with interest.

“Go get some food,” he said, his voice still hoarse and laced with lust. She was stunned and stood still as she struggled to understand what he meant.

“I didn‘t cook tonight. I just bought some bread on my way back,” she said.

“I can eat whatever.”

She suppressed the urge to ask a million questions and walked towards the refrigerator. There was some pasta, sausage and tomato.

She could not help but wonder if Anthony would agree to go after he ate, because she could not exactly chase him out in order to not raise suspicion. She could only be patient for the time being.

Once the pasta was ready, she set it down on the table before Anthony. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

She had used the tomato to make a Bolognese sauce and it looked extremely appetizing, though she did not think someone like Anthony would be willing to eat something like this.

He picked up the spoon and started eating and it was the first time she had ever seen someone this elegant even when slurping on pasta. One she confirmed that Anthony was not displeased by the food, she went back to the living room and picked up the pillows on the floor.

Her phone was already exposed, but Anthony didn‘t seem to have noticed.

Exhausted, she sat down on the couch after tossing the pillow onto her phone. Suddenly, her phone rang and her heart raced, no matter who it was, she could only hope that her children could remain hidden from Anthony.

She could sense his stare on her even when she kept her head low. When she saw that it was from her aunt, she hung up without answering.

“It‘s nothing important...” She explained.

After finishing his pasta, Anthony approached and though Anne tried to tighten her grip around her phone, he still managed to snatch it away from her.

He went through the call history and saw the name ‘Auntie‘ on the top. He narrowed his eyes at the anxious look on her face and snorted coldly.

When she sensed his shadow looming over her, Anne couldn‘t help but move away.

Anthony did not leave the apartment until after midnight.

Anne fell from the couch in exhaustion. She grabbed her phone from the ground to call Cheyenne, but no one came to the phone even when she tried away.

She then called Sarah, who answered after a while. “Who is this?” Her tone was upset.

“Auntie, where‘s my mom? Did you go after her again?” Anna asked with resignation.

“Do you really have this little trust in your own aunt? I just talked to her and went home.”

“Oh. I‘m mistaken, then. I’m sorry for waking you up!” After the call, Anne figured that Cheyenne might have simply fallen asleep and decided to check on her the next morning. She went for a shower and returned to her room to take her contraceptive pill, before falling asleep. She did not wake up the next day until her alarm went off at seven. Anne struggled out of bed and went onto a taxi to head toward Cheyenne‘s apartment. When she opened the door, she froze at the sight of the untouched slippers on the shoe cabinet. There was no one in the house, Chevenne was nowhere to be found, and neither were the children.

Cheyenne usually only needed to arrive at school at nine in the morning to cook for the children, so there was nowhere else for her to be this early in the morning.

‘Maybe she took the kids out for breakfast?‘ Annie thought.

She tried calling Cheyenne again and still no one answered. Anne then made a call to the school and was told that they had not seen Cheyenne, but the children had spent the night on campus.

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