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,

to give it to me?”

“Ahhi”

cover the painting, it was too late. Vincent was quick with his eyes

cheeks turned rosy, reaching out her hand to snatch

was like an insurmountable mountain, and in embarrassment, she

reached around his waist to

you’re going

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

it back to me! That’s my painting!” Annie’s watery eyes glistened, not giving

the painting. Technically, you’ve

and his eyes gradually warmed. “As compensation, how

She grabbed the man’s tie tightly

leaning forward abruptly, pressing

breadth apart, about to

moments from last night

“Uh… it’s itchy,”

surge of heat

quickly turned her face away as the man’s warm breath, carrying a

heart was pounding

a daze, the girl’s body felt incredibly soft, softer than his wildest

to let

the unruly desire that had risen within

with

she appeared frail and delicate, just like someone who had a lack of prenatal nutrition.

reached out to the man. “Give it back to

little bear. Can you

strong arm leaned on the table, and he bent toward her slightly. “I really like this painting. How

gift… I’ve already prepared it for you.” Annie’s voice was timid, and her fair toes

it?” Vincent’s

later, Vincent returned to his Ferrari.

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

gave to her grandfather at Rory’s birthday celebration, he secretly hoped that

a painting made just

that he

joy, the happiness,

carefully put the painting away and eagerly opened the cake

simple, even somewhat

to pick up a piece of cream and brought

frowned, chewing slowly.

a bit sour, wasn’t it?

sitting in her study, engrossed in playing a game. She was

insisted on going out to track justin on her behalf.

from the official inviting her to join

she had declined

the game was for fun, why link entertainment with fame