Chapter 618


    Anne went into the kitchen, stood next to him, and watched him prepare to crack the eggs. Then, she


    said, “Let me do it…”


    “Who asked you to get out of bed?”


    “I’m feeling much better.” Then, Anne looked at the small egg in his hand and asked, “You know how to


    make a poached egg?”


    “What’s so difficult about that?” Anthony was about to crack the egg with both hands, looking very skilled.


    However, he directly crushed the egg the next second.


    The broken egg and shell all went into the pan.


    “Pfft!” Anneughed.


    Anthony cast a warning nce at her, and she finally stopped.


    “Umm… You don’t have to use so much force to do that,” Anne said.


    Anthony refilled the water and was ready to crack another egg. Although he controlled his strength this


    time, the shell was still crushed, and some fell into the pot.


    Anne was about to say it was fine, but Anthony threw the water and started again.


    The third time, Anthony reduced his strength a little, and the egg was finally cracked perfectly into the


    pot, and the shell did not break into pieces too.


    Anne stopped watching and was about to leave when Anthony suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled


    her over.


    Anthony ced his hand on Anne’s forehead, and the long eyshes under his palm fluttered.


    “Eat your medicine,” Anthony said.


    “Oh.” Anne did as he said. After that, she sat on the sofa with a water ss. She believed she would get


    better soon if she drank more hot water.


    Anne’s bag was ced on the opposite sofa, so she switched her seat and took out the phone in the


    bag. Her muted phone had a lot of missed calls from Sarah, Dorothy, Bianca, and Nigel…


    Anne thought Anthony’s phone was probably no better.


    The two hid in this ce as if they had disappeared from the world, indulging in each other and ignoring


    everything in the outside world that had nothing to do with them.


    Anyway, she pretended not to know about getting a marriage certificate.


    However, just because she could stop Anthony and Bianca this time, could she stop them next time?


    Would Anthony not marry Bianca because she ‘liked‘ him?


    Such a thought was ridiculous…


    Anthony came out of the kitchen and saw Anne sitting on the sofa, ying with her phone, the one he


    had bought.


    “Come here.”


    Anne put her phone aside casually, got up, and walked to the dining table.


    She saw that Anthony had prepared poached eggs and warm honey lemon tea.


    However, it was only for one.


    Anne asked, “What are you eating?”


    “I’m going back to thepanyter.” Anthony sat on the chair and looked at her. “Do you hate to see


    me go?”


    “If I say yes, are you going to stay?” Anne asked back.


    Anthony remained quiet.


    Anne did not expect him to really ignore work for a woman. For an ambitious man like Anthony, his


    career was the most important, and as for women, only Bianca might have significant importance!


    “I have a lot of missed calls on my phone,” Anne said, “even Bianca’s. She’s probably looking for you.


    You should look for her. I’m fine.”


    “You sounded just like a mistress,” Anthonymented.


    It was not the first time Anne heard it, and she had already learned to keep her face straight. Then, she


    met Anthony’s calm ck eyes and asked, “Do you want your children’s


    mother to be a mistress?”


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    Anthony did not say anything but just looked at her with an unusually stern gaze.


    Anne lowered her head, took a sip of the warm honey and lemon tea, and said, “It’s delicious. You can


    leave if you’re busy. I’m fine.”