Powerful Papa with Triplet Babies

Chapter 1203

The sky turned dark. The neon signs in the dark seemed like the warning sign for the monsters lurking in the dark and Anne’s blood ran cold at the sight.

After Kathryn had left, she remained seated on the couch without moving at all, trying to figure out what Kathryn might say to Anthony. No matter how hard she thought about it, the only possibility was that Kathryn had gone to tell Anthony about her fingers.

Would Anthony free her when he was told that she was injured, when he himself had physically hurt her before?

When she heard the door opening, Anne jolted and kept her eyes trained on the living

room.

She could not see the door, but as soon as the door opened, she sensed the change. in the atmosphere as tension rose. Anne gripped onto the edge of the couch tightly, neglecting the wounds on her fingers as pain was the only thing that helped to maintain her sanity.

The sound of leather shoes stepping across the floor sounded like a demon had crawled out of hell.

Anne widened her eyes and held her breath when she spotted the slender figure entering the living room. She froze as Anthony approached and once he was standing right before her, he stared down at her and narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Anne stood from the couch and pointed at the apartment across. “Bianca destroyed my apartment. Dad got me that apartment. Just look at what a mess it is…”

Anthony remained quiet and lifted her injured hand, annoyed when he spotted the blood stain on her nails.

“Is this the time to talk about your apartment?” He questioned sharply.

Anne sensed that something was wrong and tried to pull her hand away when his touch on her hand became more forceful.

Though it did not seem like he was putting much strength in it, she was unable to get away. Panicking, she shuttered, “Let…let go.”

don’t think you were wrong. Maybe I should just keep

that Anne finally noticed the chains

she was

in her mind over and over again when she comprehended that Anthony was putting Bianca’s

dazed state and dragged her back to the living room. “Anthony, what are you doing? You can’t

slam against the wall, before shoving Anne onto

itself around her wrists and she realized that he handcuffed her and connected the other end of the

isn’t it enough already

can he do

forcing her to meet his cold, dark eyes. “Is hurting yourself how you reflect

“If I’m determined to die, do you really think

up. I have plenty

her cheeks. “Sure. Just keep me chained up for

life until I die!”

were wrong. Maybe I should keep you chained

at the crazed obsessiveness in his tone and muttered

long has it been since I

cheek.

she backed away. “Anthony,

am the one who gets to make the call!” He grabbed her by the back

“Umph!”

she felt like she

it was noon the next day. She opened her eyes and stared blankly at the window