Sweet Pregnant Wife: CEO Phillip's Fierce Love

Chapter 198 I'm Not Drunk

Phillip looked down at the aggrieved boy in his arms. His dark eyes were filled with thoughts.

He knew his boys were craving for a mother's love and that they liked Ann. But things didn't go well

between him and Ann.

"Next time you wander around without my permission, you will be grounded."

The boys were sadder when they heard Phillip's cruel words.

'Daddy is hopeless. We can't get Miss Ann back!'

...

Phillip was just about to leave with the boys when the door of the exhibition hall opened.

People who walked out were stunned to see Phillip standing at the door. The next second, they greeted

him politely.

"Mr. Phillip."

Ann followed the crowd and was surprised to see Phillip, too.

She had to admit that when she didn't see Phillip in the exhibition hall, she felt both relieved and

disappointed.

She hated herself for being like this, but she could not erase her feelings for him.

Ever since Phillip appeared in her apartment and told her that he was sorry, it had been a while.

This was her first time seeing him.

He was still wearing a suit. He was still that tall, handsome and cold.

He just stood there and did nothing, but he still gave people much pressure.

When Ann was secretly observing Phillip behind the crowd, suddenly, her eyes met Phillip's gaze.

Ann stiffened, feeling a little flustered. It was like he caught her doing something bad.

However, Phillip's gaze only lingered on her for a second before he looked away.

With a cold expression, he nodded at everyone and left with the boys.

The two little guys lay on Phillip's shoulder and looked at Ann dejectedly.

Aydan followed in a hurry.

As soon as Phillip left, everyone heaved a sigh of relief.

Recently, Philip's emotions were much more stable than before. But he had been very cold and strict

and was still a capricious man. No one could know what he was thinking about.

Soon all others left. Fred and Ann were left alone.

Fred asked, "Today's work is going well. You still have a lot of free time. How about taking a walk?"

Ann shook her head, "I can't. Daisy needs me. I have to go to find her."

Since she said this, Fred could only respect her opinion.

"Then let me give you a ride."

...

At Red Fish Bar.

When Ann found Daisy at the counter, Daisy had finished half the bottle.

Glancing at the bottle, Ann was a little worried.

That wine was a strong drink. If Daisy wasn't a good drinker, she would have become drunk long ago.

"Daisy? What happened?"

Daisy was always calm and self-restrained.

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drinking.

And she drank mostly at home. After bathing, she would change into a comfortable bathrobe and open

a bottle of great red wine. Then she would drink while listening to a medieval French love song.

Yet she was in a bar at this moment. Something must have gone wrong.

Daisy turned and saw Ann. She smiled, looking charming.

"Ann, you're here."

From the corner of her eyes, Ann saw a group of men sizing them up with vulgar gazes. She frowned.

"Daisy, you are drunk. Let's go back."

Daisy smiled and put her slender arm on Ann's shoulder.

"I'm not drunk."

Ann pursed her lips and forcefully took away the wine glass from Daisy's hand. Just as she was about

to get Daisy out of the bar, Daisy suddenly looked at her seriously.

"Ann, I'm not drunk."

"Yes, you are not drunk." Ann nodded.

Not a single drunkard would admit that he was drunk!

Daisy seemed to have noticed Ann's perfunctory tone. She stared at Ann for a long time and suddenly

spoke with a serious face.

"Ann, give up on Phillip. Men are always unreliable. They are monsters!"

Ann was sure that Daisy was drunk.

She sighed and was about to forcefully take Daisy away. Suddenly, she found them being surrounded

by a group of ruffians.

Those ruffians were looking at Ann and Daisy with horny eyes.

"Girls, why rush to leave? How about having more fun with us?"

"No. We are busy. Please let us go!" Ann said coldly.

Those men looked at each other. They didn't walk aside. Instead, they walked closer to Ann and Daisy.

Among them, a man with green hair tried to pull Daisy to his arms.

Ann was anxious. She walked in front of Daisy.

She threatened, "Go away or I'll call the police!"

When those men heard this, they laughed.

"Girls, we just want to have fun with you. You don't need to threaten us with the police. You are so

beautiful even when you are angry..."

Then they tried to touch Ann's face. Ann had to protect Daisy and deal with this group of hooligans at

the same time.

As for the others in the bar, they seemed to be used to this scene and had no intention of helping her.

Ann gradually became anxious.

Suddenly, a hooligan screamed in pain.

It seemed like some of his bones were broken.

"Ouch! Who the hell dares to attack me? Do you know who my uncle is?"

Todd let go of the little hoodlum's wrist. And his handsome face was full of ridicule.

"I don't know who your uncle is. Why don't you introduce him to me?"

The little hoodlum covered his arm and was about to curse, but when he saw Todd's face, his pupils

dilated, and a hint of panic flashed across his face.

"Mr. ... Mr. Quelch?"

"You know me? Then who gives you the guts to touch my woman?" Todd raised his eyebrows.

While Todd was dealing with the hooligans, Ann was supporting Daisy and her gaze fell on the cold

man beside Todd.

Why would he be here at this time? Could it be...

Before Ann figured it out, Todd had already dealt with those hooligans.

He turned around and saw Ann and Phillip both wearing complicated expressions. Rolling his eyes, he

thought of something.

He took Daisy from Ann. Looking down at Daisy's crimson face, he smiled.

Then he secretly pushed Ann towards Phillip.

Before Ann and Phillip said anything, he walked out with Daisy in his arms.

"Phillip, let's meet another day. Don't forget to send Miss Scott home. I need to send this drunkard back

first ... Ouch!"

Daisy punched him on the chin.

Todd looked down and saw Daisy, who was obviously drunk, staring at him.

She announced seriously, "I am not a drunkard!"