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!

put down her pen, curved her

do you plan to give

“Ahhi”

sharp scream, jumping up from her chair, and just as she was about to cover the painting, it was too late. Vincent was quick with his eyes and hands, his lips curled in a sly

rosy, reaching out her hand to snatch

like an insurmountable mountain, and in embarrassment, she directly

the other reached around his waist

you’re going to

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 suffocation.

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

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

her gaze and his eyes gradually warmed. “As compensation, how about

She grabbed the man’s tie tightly and struggled.

his eyes, leaning forward abruptly, pressing

hair’s breadth apart, about to meld into one

passionate moments from last

“Uh… it’s itchy,”

surge of heat rushing to

away as the man’s warm breath,

was pounding vigorously.

was in a daze, the girl’s body felt

bear to let

all his strength to suppress the unruly

with moisture, and his breath grew

delicate, just like someone who had a

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

little bear. Can you bear to give

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

Annie’s voice was timid, and her fair

Vincent’s eyes lit

Vincent returned

and in his right hand was the rolled-up portrait. His lips kept curving upwards, as he felt a level of satisfaction he had never experienced

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

made just for

never expected that he would actually receive

happiness,

away and eagerly opened

even somewhat unattractive,

his fingertip to pick up a piece of

chewing

bit sour,

a face mask, sitting in her study, engrossed in playing a game. She was

but tonight, Jordan insisted on going out to track justin on her behalf. She was worried and couldn’t rest, so she played

official inviting her

she had declined

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