A Billion-Rich Woman Was Chased by Her EX-Husband

Chapter 214

After leaving the tea room, Vincent didn’t rush back but wandered aimlessly through the Sawle Group.

It seemed casual, but he had a hidden agenda.

He hoped to catch a glimpse of that always downcast and seemingly helpless figure.

He wasn’t exactly a good person.

But that pitiable young girl always stirred something soft in him

“Young Master Anderson? why are you here?” Aunt Gill coincidentally ran into him and asked with surprise.

“Uh… uh… well…”

Vincent looked a bit embarrassed, hesitating for a while before gathering the courage to ask softly, “Aunt Gill, where does Annie live?”

Aunt Gill stared at him, completely puzzled.

It was as if she couldn’t connect this man in front of her with Fourth Miss. It was like breaking through a dimensional

barrier.

“What are you up to? Vincent, our Fourth Miss is still very young and rarely interacts with outsiders. Don’t scare her!” Vincent furrowed his brow. “Aunt Gill, you’ve watched me and Joseph grow up since we were kids. Don’t you know what kind of person I am?”

Aunt Gill responded by giving a thumbs-up. “When it comes to our young master, it’s this.” She gestured with her thumb pointing upwards.

“But when it comes to women, it’s this.” She gestured with her thumb pointing downwards.

Vincent sighed, “I appreciate your concern.”

With some effort to portray himself as a reformed man and not the notorious playboy he used to be, Aunt Gill reluctantly agreed to take him to see Annie.

“I’ll be waiting by the door. Please make it quick. It wouldn’t look good if someone saw us.” Aunt Gill sternly advised. Vincent couldn’t help but smile wryly. “Aunt Gill, you’re not a matchmaker, and I’m not some debaucher like ‘Ximen Qing’ You don’t need to be so worried.”

After saying this, he confidently walked into the room and closed the door behind him.

Aunt Gill was left momentarily stunned, and then she regained her composure, glaring with annoyance. “This rascal! Why is he swearing at people?”

Vincent, a little perplexed by her overprotective attitude, entered Annie’s room.

Compared to his little sister’s extravagant princess-like room, Annie’s room was rather simple. It had only the basic furnishings that came with the villa, and there were no decorations. The room seemed as spacious as an igloo.

Vincent heard some movement from the bedroom and slowed his pace, tiptoeing closer.

The door was slightly ajar, and he silently slipped inside.

He saw that Annie’s slender back was sitting in front of a wide book table, and she seemed to be writing something on the sand.

Vincent’s slender figure was sitting at the spacious desk, engrossed in writing something.

Suddenly, his heart quivered strongly in his chest, and his pupils contracted.

Annie pursed her cherry lips, diligently drawing on a piece of paper, and the person in the drawing was none other than him!

Annie put down her pen, curved her deer-like eyes, and indulged in

to give

“Ahhi”

late. Vincent was quick with his eyes and hands, his lips curled in a sly smile as he directly

rosy, reaching out her hand to snatch it

her, the man’s towering figure was like an insurmountable mountain, and

one hand, while the other reached around

go, you’re going to strangle

to bend down to lift Annie’s slender waist and place her on the

back to me! That’s my painting!” Annie’s watery eyes glistened,

painting. Technically, you’ve violated my portrait rights, haven’t you?”

her gaze and his eyes gradually warmed. “As compensation, how about giving this

rosy. She grabbed the man’s tie tightly

widened his eyes, leaning forward abruptly, pressing Annie tightly beneath

a hair’s breadth apart, about to meld into one

from

“Uh… it’s itchy,”

he felt a surge of heat rushing to

away as the man’s warm breath,

heart was pounding

girl’s body felt incredibly soft, softer than his

bear to let

suppress the unruly desire

filled with moisture, and his breath

had a lack

in her knees and reached out to the man. “Give it back

you bear to give

her slightly. “I really like this painting. How about giving

Annie’s voice was timid, and her fair toes hooked

is it?” Vincent’s eyes lit

minutes later, Vincent returned

in his right hand was the rolled-up portrait. His lips kept curving upwards, as he felt

Annie gave to her grandfather at Rory’s birthday celebration, he

a painting made just for

never expected that he

the happiness, were

put the painting away and eagerly opened the

simple, even somewhat unattractive,

pick up a piece of cream and brought it to

chewing slowly.

taste… was a bit sour, wasn’t

a face mask, sitting in her study, engrossed in playing a game. She

ago, but tonight, Jordan insisted on going out to track justin on her behalf.

inviting her to join the

had declined every time.

fun, why link entertainment with fame and fortune? Did she need that little extra money?