Warning My Mommy is A Savage

chapter 1918

Charmine could not shake off the memory of how Anthony always evaded moments of true intimacy.

Did he...have an 'illness' or something?

If he was healthy, he would not be able to hold back his desire for so long. He stopped her halfway through every time they were so close to consummating their marriage.

Was the guilt in his eyes reflecting the guilt he felt toward her, that he could not please her? Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Charmine was more certain of her guess.

She frowned. Since when did he have such an illness?

Why did he not tell her earlier?

Charmine resolutely removed the blanket off of her frame.

She wanted to speak to Anthony, wanting to tell him that he should go to the doctor instead of feeling guilty.

However, just as she got out of the room, she thought of something else.

Anthony was a proud adult man. If she said this to him in front of his face, would it not fluster him?

After all, this was a sensitive topic.

Moreover, she knew he did not like stopping their intimacy either.

As his wife, if she exposed the wound he had been trying to hide and splash a handful of salt onto it...

Charmine thought about it and scratched off the thought from her mind. Eyeing the lit-up study, she went back to the room and laid in bed.

It seemed that she should stop seducing him in the future and made him feel bad.

She turned around for a long while and waited until midnight, when the door gently opened.

Following that, Charmine felt a presence beside her and was pulled into a muscular chest.

She shut her eyes and acted as if she was sleeping. She hugged him instinctively and found a comfortable position in his arms.

Anthony looked at the small woman in his arms, and a smile slowly spread across his face.

He reached out to tuck strands of her hair behind her ear. Following that, he lowered his head to plant a gentle kiss on her cheek.

He turned off the lights and fell asleep happily with his wife in his arms.

In the morning on the next day, Annabel was already awake when the maids had woken up to clean the mansion.

She looked anxious and went downstairs. As she was about to go out, the butler called out to her, "Ms. Annabel, it's so early! Where are you off to?"

Annabel’s palm-sized face was pale as she meekly answered, "I think I saw someone doing something to Ms. Charmine's superbike. I’m not sure yet, so I want to find out." "Ms. Annabel, you should tell this to President Bailey or Ms. Charmine," advised the butler. "It's dangerous for you to go alone!" "No...not yet," declined Annabel. "I'm not certain of it yet. Now that Ms. Charmine finally has time to rest, I can't

tell her yet and make her go through an unnecessary investigation. Furthermore, I won't accuse anyone before I find the evidence. I don’t want to wrongly accuse anyone."

With that said, she looked at the butler. "Until I find this individual, they remain as a threat to Ms. Charmine. This is why I have to go. Mr. Butler, please don't tell anyone about me going out to find evidence. I don't want to disappoint everyone if I don’t find anything."

She reminded him carefully.

The butler sympathized with her and nodded. "Alright, then, I won't tell. Please be careful with the baby in your womb. Be careful!"

Annabel smiled gently as if she was warmed by this. She said gently," Thank you, Mr. Butler. I will go on now."

The butler stared at her back and thought of something. He rushed out after her and called out, "Ms. Annabel, it's your birthday tomorrow. Madam wants to host a big celebration party for you, so come home early to get ready!"

Annabel, who was in front of the mansion, nodded gratefully. "Alright."

She went out and stopped a taxi.

The taxi drove ahead to the Jordan Group before stopping.

Annabel paid the driver and confidently went to the side of the company.