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

Chapter 231

Charmine noticed that she was the one who had moved. Somehow, she was no longer sleeping on her far side of the bed, but she had moved inwardly to the center!

In other words, it was not Anthony who came over to hug her, but she was the one to have snuggled into his arms?

Charmine flushed with panic and embarrassment; this did not seem right. She usually slept without moving too much, and it was unlikely for her to roll around in bed. How did this happen?

Once he sat up, Anthony fixed his clothes elegantly and smirkingly commented, “It was understandable the last time when this happened, since Ms. Jordan was poisoned. This time is different, so shouldn’t Ms. Jordan explain what happened to me?”

The last time…

To her dismay, Charmine recalled the night she was poisoned by Manager Brown. When she regained consciousness at that period, her brain had segments of scenes: Some were of her launching at Anthony, some were of her grinding on him, and some were of her going on top o f him….

Embarrassed at the flood of memories, Charmine instantly snapped out of it. “What’s a big man like you whining about? You’re not the one who was taken advantage of. Don’t be so shameless!” With that, she got off the bed and was ready to leave.

the other hand, stared at her. “This was my first hug! I’ve always been chaste before! Shouldn’t Ms. Jordan

Don’t

grabbed on her wrist and reiterated with a serious face, “Charmine, I

her made

he speaking of the truth then? Was Anthony a

won’t regret it.” His voice

up, especially the wealthy men who liked to

marrying Anthony as he was a one-in-a-million kind

like men who are too chaste. Childish.” She came up with an excuse and

Anthony frowned. Childish?

just call him childish? Or did she call him childish for being chaste?

time to

face as Anthony’s words rang in her ears still. She never thought that Anthony was a chaste man, but this fact made it even more impossible to be with him. She had to find the time to say what