Warning: My Mommy Is A Savage! By Seeking A Peaceful

Chapter 107

As he expected, as soon as Chris left the room, Charmine spun around and looked at him with a stern expression. “Anthony. Don’t act improperly with me in the future, especially in front of the child. He’s still little and underaged!”

“Huh? Act improperly? When did that happen?” Anthony’s expression was one of pure confusion.

Charmine was speechless. ‘Am I overthinking the situation? This man’s acting skill are pretty impressive,’ Charmine thought to herself.

“In that case, let’s talk about the real issue. From today onward, don’t come looking for me with Chris,” Charmine told him.

Anthony’s hand that was holding the fork twitched slightly, the warm expression on his face gradually turning cold.

Charmine continued despite the change in his mood, “You’re well aware that nothing can ever happen between us. Momo needs to get accustomed to life without me. Short-term pain is better than one that is long and drawn out. As his father, you should help him get over his attachment to me. Otherwise, he’ll be crushed when the day comes.”

as he said, “I don’t know what gave you the

honest.” His demeanor was extremely serious, his

heart did a tiny somersault before she remembered what happened five

challenge. However, I also believe in love at first sight. To put it simply, the first time I met you, I didn’t have a good impression of you.

suddenly stood up and leaned in, moving closer to her. Charmine saw his face edging closer to hers as her heart started to beat faster as if it had a mind of its own. She tried hard to maintain her composure and asked, “What

her chin. His lips kept drawing closer and closer. Being held by him, Charmine could not even retreat or lean back. In the blink of an eye, his face was right in front of her, hovering so closely that the tips of their noses were close enough

in, she was surrounded by the potency of Anthony’s refreshing musky scent. If she leaned forward just a tiny fraction, their lips would meet… Her heart pounded swiftly, like a deer running from

going to leap out of her

his cool lips missed her

into her ear, “A typical woman’s pulse ranges between sixty to a hundred beats per minute. In the last 30

stiffened. So this was the reason he had grabbed her wrist and edged closer to her? T o measure her