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!

down her pen, curved her deer-like eyes, and

to give it

“Ahhi”

late. Vincent was quick with

Annie’s cheeks turned rosy, reaching out her

was like an insurmountable mountain,

one hand, while the other reached around his waist to grab the

cough! Let go, you’re going to strangle me!”

down to lift Annie’s

my painting!” Annie’s watery eyes glistened,

one in the painting. Technically, you’ve violated my portrait rights, haven’t

his eyes gradually warmed. “As compensation, how about giving

rosy. She grabbed the

his eyes, leaning forward abruptly, pressing Annie tightly

lips were just a hair’s breadth apart,

passionate moments from last

“Uh… it’s itchy,”

of heat rushing to his

her face away as the man’s warm breath, carrying a hint of tobacco, tickled

heart was pounding vigorously.

girl’s body felt incredibly soft, softer than

couldn’t bear to let

his strength to suppress the unruly desire that had

his posture, his gaze filled with moisture, and his breath

had a lack of prenatal nutrition. Curled up on the table, she

face in her knees and reached out to the man.

your little bear. Can you bear

bent toward her slightly. “I

it for you.” Annie’s voice was timid, and her fair toes hooked

Vincent’s

later, Vincent returned to his Ferrari.

he held a cake box, and in his right hand was the rolled-up portrait. His lips kept

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

painting made

he would

the happiness, were indescribable.

and eagerly opened the

was a simple, even somewhat unattractive,

his fingertip to pick up a piece of

frowned, chewing slowly.

bit sour,

a face mask, sitting in her study,

going out to track justin on her behalf.

background, there were emails from the official inviting her to join the professional league

declined every

for fun, why link entertainment with fame and fortune? Did she need that