Warning My Mommy is A Savage

chapter 1633

Chapter 1633

Since she knew Anthony was cruel, why bother expecting anything to be different?

It happened twice, but there would not be a third.

Charmine locked the door angrily, cutting Anthony off of her sight.

Anthony still stood by the door, watching as she threw out the water and broke the expensive porcelain vase. She did not even blink!

Was it all just because he touched the vase? Did she hate him that badly? 1

Was the hurt he inflicted traumatized her to such an extent?

Anthony was meant to be angry, but at this moment, he could only feel pain and guilt.

She was neglected many years ago, having lost all hope in life and suffered from depression. Meeting him made her slowly recover.

He, as it turned out, became the reason why...

It hurt. Anthony felt like his heart had been stabbed, and it hurt all too much.

He would not let her get hurt again.

Narrowing his eyes, Anthony tried to come up with a plan when...

Strange sounds came from the well opposite the stream, breaking his concentration.

Anthony narrowed his eyes and looked over, only to see a woman filling up countless buckets of water, putting them by the side once done.

Luke turned to look in the same direction, realizing that it was the villager that he had talked with yesterday. He said, "She's a widow. Her house was engulfed in flames before, burning her husband alive while he tried to rescue her. She survived, thankfully. Since then, she'd fill up many buckets of water to store them inside her house. They gave her a sense of hope."

Anthony frowned. His eyes darkened.

After a moment of thought, he had an idea and walked out of his house.

It did not take long before he arrived by the well.

Hearing footsteps coming her way, the woman by the well turned to see the man from the city. "Would you like some water, young man?" she greeted softly. "Wait for a while; I'll be done soon."

Anthony looked at her and said, "Can you do me a favor?"

The woman halted and asked, "What is it?"

Anthony pursed his lips and said, "I hope you can tell your story to my girlfriend." "Huh?" The woman was puzzled by this. "Why?"

Her story was a wound hidden in her for many years. Every time she thought about it, her heart ached once again. She did not want to graze the wound, ever.

Anthony stood under the tree and lit up a cigarette. He narrowed his eyes, and the moonlight made his shadow longer than usual.

He held the cigarette with one hand and the other hand in his pocket, telling the woman the story of his and Charmine's relationship.

Upon finishing, Anthony looked at the woman and said, "I hope you can help me talk her out of it. Don't let her live this way. I'll reward you handsomely if you could."

When the woman heard his story, she sympathized with him and looked sorrowful. Her life would always be incomplete, and she did not want to see this young couple live with regrets sparked by misunderstandings.

The woman thought of how Charmine and this man seemed nice, that they were willing to help the village. So, why not help them out?

The woman thought for a while and finally nodded. "You don't have to thank me. When she comes over later, I'll have a few words with her."

Anthony looked at her gratefully, nodding as he did. ‘Thank you."

The woman smiled. "You're welcome. It's nothing.” Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Anthony nodded and being worried that Charmine might show up anytime, he quickly went home, 1

He leaned on his chair and concentrated on listening to the sounds from the stream.

Not long after, he heard a door opening.

Anthony stood by the window and looked over to see Charmine and Chris crossing the bridge to the stream with a bucket in Charmine’s hand.

When she finished crossing the bridge, he walked out of his house and hid in a dark corner. He smoked as he looked at her darkly...