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

exact same apartment type as the one she owned, but the interior design was warm and welcoming, which was not at all Anthony‘s style and seemed more like a woman‘s apartment. Half an hour later, Anne plated three dishes

you can

frowned. “But I already

“Wait until I‘m done.”

wondered if he meant to comment on her food, but if Anthony did not agree to let her leave, she did not have the courage to disobey, so she remained in the dining

studied the woman’s face and found a lot of similarities with Anthony’s features. Instantly, she

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

you looking

like she had discovered someone’s secret. “Nothing.

sitting down on the couch with his chin up and his eyes closed. His neckline was defined and sharp enough to cut, and his

steps

and tilted his head as he stared

looked away. “… No? It’s late,

man waiting

man?” She scowled