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 deer-like eyes, and indulged in her artwork.

do you plan to give

“Ahhi”

a 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

turned rosy, reaching out her hand to snatch it

insurmountable mountain, and in embarrassment,

reached around his

go, you’re going to strangle

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

it back to me! That’s my painting!” Annie’s watery eyes

Technically, you’ve violated my portrait rights, haven’t you?”

“As compensation, how about giving this

her face turning rosy. She grabbed the

suddenly widened his eyes, leaning forward

hair’s breadth apart, about to

moments from last

“Uh… it’s itchy,”

he felt a surge of heat

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

was

a daze, the girl’s body felt incredibly soft, softer than his wildest dreams.

couldn’t bear to let

the unruly desire that had risen within him.

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

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

face in her knees and reached out

you bear to give me a painting in return?”

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

prepared it for you.” Annie’s voice was

it?” Vincent’s eyes lit

returned to his

rolled-up portrait. His lips kept curving

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

made just

never expected that he

joy, the happiness,

painting away and eagerly opened the

was a simple, even somewhat unattractive,

a piece of

frowned, chewing slowly.

was a bit sour,

face mask, sitting in her study, engrossed in playing

out to track justin on her behalf. She was worried and couldn’t

game’s background, there were emails from the official inviting her to join the professional league more

she had declined

fame and fortune? Did she

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