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!

done. Annie put down her pen, curved her deer-like eyes, and indulged in her

plan to give

“Ahhi”

it was too late. Vincent was quick with his eyes and hands,

to me!” Annie’s cheeks turned rosy, reaching out

like an insurmountable mountain,

while the other reached around his waist to grab the

you’re going to strangle me!”

of breath, but he had no choice. He had to bend down to lift Annie’s slender waist and place her on the table to alleviate some of the

That’s my painting!” Annie’s watery eyes glistened, not giving up.

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

compensation, how about

rosy. She grabbed

his eyes, leaning forward abruptly, pressing Annie

just a hair’s breadth apart, about to

from last night

“Uh… it’s itchy,”

felt a surge of heat

the man’s warm breath, carrying a hint of tobacco,

was pounding

in a daze, the girl’s body felt incredibly soft, softer than his

to

strength to suppress the unruly desire

with moisture, and his breath grew heavy.

frail and delicate, just like someone who had a lack of prenatal nutrition. Curled up on the table, she

in her knees and reached out to the man. “Give it

bear. Can you bear to give me a painting in return?”

he bent toward her slightly. “I really like this painting. How about giving it

Annie’s voice was timid, and her fair toes hooked onto

it?” Vincent’s eyes lit

minutes later, Vincent returned to his

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

Rory’s birthday celebration, he secretly hoped that he could receive such a painting as well.

made just for

never expected that he would

happiness,

carefully put the painting away and eagerly opened the cake

was a simple, even somewhat unattractive, blueberry mousse

a piece of cream and brought it to his lips to

frowned, chewing

was a bit sour,

her

reality, she was tired a long time ago, but tonight, Jordan insisted on going out to track justin on

official inviting her to join the professional league more than

had declined every time.

for fun, why link entertainment with fame