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!

curved her deer-like

do you plan to give it

“Ahhi”

about to cover the painting, it was too late. Vincent was quick with his eyes

turned rosy, reaching out her hand to snatch it back,

insurmountable mountain, and in embarrassment,

while the other reached around

Let go, you’re going to strangle

choice. He had to bend down to lift Annie’s slender waist and place her on

me! That’s my painting!”

one in the painting. Technically, you’ve violated my portrait rights,

compensation, how about giving this painting to me,

turning rosy. She grabbed the man’s tie

eyes, leaning forward abruptly,

breadth apart, about to meld

moments from

“Uh… it’s itchy,”

and he felt a surge of

quickly turned her face away as the man’s warm breath, carrying a hint of

heart was pounding vigorously.

was in a daze, the girl’s body

to let

used all his strength to suppress the unruly desire that had risen within

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

appeared frail and delicate, just like someone who had a lack of prenatal

face in her knees and reached

little bear. Can you bear to give me a painting

slightly. “I really like this painting. How

for you.” Annie’s voice was timid, and her

Vincent’s

Vincent returned to his

hand was the rolled-up portrait.

the painting Annie gave to her grandfather at Rory’s birthday celebration, he secretly hoped that he could receive

a painting made

that he would actually

joy, the happiness,

away and eagerly opened the

simple, even somewhat unattractive, blueberry mousse cake.

his fingertip to pick up a piece of cream and brought it to his lips to taste.

frowned, chewing

a bit sour, wasn’t it?

wearing a face mask, sitting in her study, engrossed in playing a

track justin on her behalf. She was worried and couldn’t rest, so she

game’s background, there were emails from the official inviting

declined every

fame and fortune? Did