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 it to me?”

“Ahhi”

chair, and just as she was about to cover the painting, it was too late. Vincent was quick with his eyes and hands, his lips curled in a sly smile as he

cheeks turned rosy, reaching out

an insurmountable mountain, and in

around his waist to grab the painting.

Let go, you’re going to strangle

he had no choice. He had to bend down to lift Annie’s slender waist and place her on the table to alleviate

to me! That’s my painting!”

one in the painting. Technically, you’ve violated my portrait rights, haven’t

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

turning rosy. She grabbed the man’s

suddenly widened his eyes, leaning forward

a hair’s breadth apart, about to meld into

from

“Uh… it’s itchy,”

and he felt a surge of heat rushing to his

as the man’s warm breath, carrying a hint of tobacco, tickled her.

heart was pounding

mind was in a daze, the girl’s body felt incredibly soft, softer

couldn’t bear to

the

his gaze filled with moisture, and his breath grew heavy.

frail and delicate, just like someone who had a lack of prenatal nutrition. Curled up on the table, she looked

buried half of her face in her knees and reached

night, I saved your little bear. Can you bear to give me a painting in

bent toward her slightly. “I really like this painting. How about giving it to

it for you.” Annie’s voice was timid, and

is it?” Vincent’s eyes lit up.

later, Vincent returned to his

cake box, and in his right hand was the rolled-up portrait. His lips kept curving upwards, as

witnessed the painting Annie gave to her grandfather at Rory’s birthday

made just for him.

that he would actually receive

joy, the happiness,

away and eagerly opened

somewhat unattractive, blueberry mousse cake.

pick up a piece of

frowned, chewing

was a bit sour,

sitting in her

track justin on her behalf. She was worried and couldn’t rest, so she played the game to stay alert.

emails from the official inviting

had declined every

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