Chapter 420 Anthony, this guy… Did he have to wash her himself?
With the towel wrapped around her, Charmine felt like she was in a massage session. Was Bailey Corporation‘s Mr. Bailey her masseuse? Whatever. Since he insisted that he cleaned her himself, she might as well enjoy it instead of fighting back. She sat still and let him ‘serve‘ her.
Anthony rubbed from her left shoulder to the right, not stopping until Charmine‘s shoulders reddened.
He looked at Charmine sharply. “That‘ll do for now. It won‘t be just this next time.” His tone was dangerously possessive. Charmine‘s heart skipped a beat. ‘It won‘t be just this next time? What did that mean?
Charmine sensed that Anthony was up to something.
Regardless, she would never let Julian even get close to her next time anyway. Anthony brought her new set of clothes before leaving the bathroom. Charmine, after getting changed, brought her clothes to the washing machine when Anthony intercepted, taking Charmine‘s clothes and tossed them into the bin. Straight into the bin! That was a new jacket, costing her almost 10,000 bucks! He should not be so wasteful despite his massive wealth. Anthony, on the other hand, remained solemn outwardly and showed no emotions.
He sat in front of the dining table and said, “Dinner‘s ready.” Charmine walked over and sat down, remembering about Chris at that moment. “I‘ll ask Momo to come over.”
“No need,” said Anthony. “He‘s already eaten before he slept.” Immediately, Chris fell back onto the sofa after getting up. ‘Waa…! I can‘t wake up now! I can‘t let Mommy know Daddy was lying…!! Charmine did not know Chris woke up, so she started eating with Anthony. The table was filled with a variety of dishes: Seafood platter with scallops and imported prawns, white truffles, golden–foiled pizza, seafood curry, caviar chocolate pudding… Every dish was exquisitely made, and they looked expensive! Charmine frowned. What happened? Was he not slicing ginger before she left? Why were there no dishes made with ginger slices?
Anthony‘s face remained emotionless, showing no clue. He picked up a red wine bottle, ready
to open it. Charmine stopped him at that moment. “Wait! Today‘s a happy occasion, and I want you to try something amazing.” She walked to the mailbox to pick up two bottles. One was a transparent frosted glass wine with a dreamy–pink colored peach dew in it. The other bottle was an exquisite glass bottle with dark rose–red liquid in it.
She placed the peach dew beverage by a side and walked over with the red wine in her hands. She poured half a glass for him and half a glass for herself. Looking at the bottle in her hands, Anthony frowned. He had never seen this bottle before, without a label nor a place of origin. It was a label–less bottle of liquid. He asked, “Is it safe to drink?”
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“Of course. Try it!” ushered Charmine. She raised her glass and took a small sip. Instantly, her face muscles relaxed. One had to admit that Uncle Pop‘s self–fermented red wine was indeed different from its competition.
Anthony took a sip suspiciously, assuming that it was some low–grade wine. Little did he expect that the taste of it was way better than those wines that cost tens of millions. His keen gaze landed on Charmine as it stayed there. “Charmine, how many more secrets are you keeping from me?” His tone was intrigued and gentle.
