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 eyes, and indulged in her

to give

“Ahhi”

just as she was about to cover the painting, it was too late. Vincent was quick with his eyes and hands, his lips curled

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

her, the man’s towering figure was like an insurmountable mountain,

while the other reached around his waist to grab

Let go, you’re going to strangle me!”

bend down to lift Annie’s slender waist and place her on the table to alleviate some of the

painting!” Annie’s watery eyes glistened, not

painting. Technically, you’ve violated my

eyes gradually warmed. “As compensation, how about giving this painting

her face turning rosy. She grabbed the man’s tie tightly and struggled.

suddenly widened his eyes, leaning forward abruptly, pressing

breadth

from

“Uh… it’s itchy,”

surge of heat rushing to his

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

heart was pounding

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

couldn’t bear to let

his strength to suppress the unruly desire that had risen within him.

his gaze filled with moisture, and his breath grew heavy.

and delicate, just like someone who had a lack of prenatal nutrition.

half of her face in her knees and reached out to the man. “Give

night, I saved your little bear. Can you bear to

slightly. “I

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

is it?” Vincent’s eyes

minutes later, Vincent returned to his

and in his right hand was the rolled-up portrait. His lips kept curving upwards, as he felt a level of satisfaction he had

to her grandfather at Rory’s birthday celebration,

a painting made just for

expected that he would actually

joy, the happiness, were

and eagerly opened

a simple, even somewhat unattractive, blueberry mousse

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

chewing

was a bit

sitting in her study, engrossed in playing

a long time ago, but tonight, Jordan insisted on going out to track justin on her behalf. She was

the official inviting

declined every time.

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

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