Powerful Papa with Triplet Babies By Pink Dolphin

Chapter 371 “Why aren‘t you leaving?” She turned around and glared at him. “Can I go through your door?”

“You can‘t.”

She stared daggers at him. She was far too traumatized to go back the way she climbed over, so she did not want to do it all over again. “Who did you think I came all the way here for? What is it going to cost you to just let me use your door? Your life?”

“I just saved you.” Anne was rendered speechless.

“I haven‘t eaten.” Anthony closed his eyes lazily.

She scowled and wondered if he was asking her to cook for him.

Anne contemplated the options before her, knowing perfectly well that Anthony would not have said such a thing if he was not commanding her. If she did not wish to go through the fences again, she would have to cook for him to get the opportunity to leave.

“...Sure, what do you have here? I can cook.”

She went into the kitchen to prepare a meal for Anthony, but as there was nothing in the refrigerator, he had to order someone to deliver fresh ingredients.

‘If you can get someone to deliver fresh ingredients, why can‘t you just order from a hotel or something? Countless people out there would kill for a chance to serve the most powerful man in Luton!‘ she thought as she forced herself to accept reality and consider it a price she had to pay to exit Anthony‘s house.

Anthony would own an apartment in this

not at all Anthony‘s style and seemed more like a woman‘s apartment. Half an hour later, Anne plated three dishes and a soup onto the table. She watched as

say you can

frowned. “But I

“Wait until I‘m done.”

agree to let her leave, she did not have the courage to disobey, so she remained in the dining room

of similarities with Anthony’s

many senses. It was a shame that she had lived such a short

are you

the voice and turned to find Anthony in the living room. She went down the stairs anxiously, feeling like she had discovered someone’s secret. “Nothing. I just saw a drawing. Is that your mother? She’s really pretty.

and his eyes closed. His neckline was defined and sharp enough to cut, and his Adam’s Apple was on display in the

steps

and tilted his head

and looked away. “… No? It’s

man waiting for

What man?” She scowled