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!

her pen, curved her deer-like eyes, and indulged

to give it to

“Ahhi”

too late. Vincent was quick with his eyes and hands, his lips curled in a sly smile as he directly snatched the painting from under her slender

Annie’s cheeks turned rosy, reaching out her hand to

was like an insurmountable

other reached around

go, you’re

but he had no choice. He had to bend down to lift Annie’s

painting!” Annie’s

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

gaze and his eyes gradually warmed. “As compensation, how about giving this painting to me,

shyly, her face turning rosy. She grabbed the man’s

eyes, leaning forward abruptly, pressing Annie tightly

were just a hair’s breadth apart,

from last

“Uh… it’s itchy,”

surge of heat

warm breath, carrying

heart was pounding

body felt incredibly soft, softer than his wildest

couldn’t bear to let

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

posture, his gaze filled with moisture,

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

her face in her knees and reached out to the man. “Give it back to me…”

Can you bear to give me a

toward her slightly.

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

is it?” Vincent’s eyes

Vincent returned

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

grandfather at Rory’s birthday celebration,

made just for

he would

joy, the happiness, were indescribable.

put the painting away and

was a simple, even somewhat unattractive, blueberry mousse cake.

a piece of cream and

frowned, chewing

bit sour, wasn’t it?

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

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

background, there were emails from the official inviting her to join the professional

declined every

was for fun, why link entertainment with fame and