Powerful Papa with Triplet Babies
Chapter 462

Chapter 462

Anne was stunned.

So, Anthony was not limping because he was numb, but it was because he was injured?

Was it because of her?

Anne tried to recall the scene.

She fell onto the floor. Anthony came down from the bed to carry her up, and he was indeed standing next to her. The floor was covered with glass pieces. It was likely for him to step on them... However, would Anthony really care for her?

if you cannot fight him, might as well follow suit.” Kathryn hinted.

Anne bit her lips.

How would she not have known about this?

However, it was difficult to do it. She was already feeling bad enough to be the “mistress’.

Plus, Anthony's unpredictable temperament made it hard for her to serve him.

After Kathryn left, Anne lay on the bed listening to the noises outside. It sounded like Anthony was talking to someone.

Was he talking to Kathryn?

She could not make out what they said...

Was it Bianca?

She guessed it right. It was Bianca.

"They only found the car and did not find the person. My parents are worried," Bianca said over the phone call.

"It's good news not to have found the person,” Anthony said

"Yes, I told dad the same thing. No matter what, even though she did something that she was not supposed to, she is still my baby sister. I don't want anything to happen to her," Bianca said. "Don't worry. I will arrange for someone to go over."

"Can you? Then you go ahead and do the necessary. I'm not going to stand in your way," Bianca said understandingly.

"No problem.” Anthony hung up. He then called Oliver, "Mislead them."

"Yes." Oliver understood the assignment.

He meant to slowly drop “hints’ to them so that they would spend time searching.

Mr. Marwood was undeniably cunning, fooling everyone around.

After the phone call, Anthony pushed open the door and entered the room.

Anne looked at him and saw his legs still limping.

"Did Bianca call you? Wouldn't she look for you now that you are here?" she asked.

"Are there any problems?" Anthony's face was indifferent and was still looking intimidating.

"No, I was just asking.” Anne could not throw him out of this place. It was his territory.

Anthony noticed that her facial expression was no longer in pain. He sat down on the couch, turned to his laptop again, and continued working.

"Dr. Brown said that your feet were injured too by the glass pieces. Are you really alright to be walking around?” Anne asked.

"Hmm." Anthony was looking at his laptop and did not even lift his gaze for an inch

Anne thought, “Was it really like what Kathryn described? It did not look like it!"

She ignored him. Soon, she felt drowsy and closed her eyes gently. Soon enough, her light breathing sounds could be heard.

Anthony looked up. His gaze fell upon Anne's defenseless face.

Anthony did not leave. He spent the night in the condo as well.

He even shared the same bed as Anne.

Anne was sleeping on her side, with her back facing Anthony.

She frowned, was there not another room around? Why did he have to sleep with her?

Before this, it was because Anthony wanted to torture her.

He would always leave after torturing her. He would never sleep with her in the same bed. He loathed it.

Not sure when it happened, they had a first and soon a second.

Though, it was still minimal that she could count the occasions with her fingers.

Now, Anthony just slept right next to her, so naturally.

Nevertheless, there was nothing for her to worry about. Her back was covered with wounds anyway.

Anthony applied the anesthesia on her before they slept. She did not feel much on her back, so she fell asleep fast

Only when she was asleep did she not have to face the uncomfortable reality of Anthony sleeping next to her.

However, the anesthesia could only work for a few hours. In the middle of the night, Anne felt uncomfortable again.

She wanted to lay flat but felt something on her waist, obstructing her from turning around, so she could only lie awkwardly on all fours.

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