chapter 1559


    Charmine went in to scoop Maurice another bowl.


    "Thank you." Maurice epted it as if this was the best soup in the world. He ate it appreciatively.


    A warm bowl of soup not only warmed his stomach; it even warmed his heart.


    Maurice found it surprising that whenever Charmine cooked something, he did not hate them and found


    them delicious instead.


    He never felt this way in the past, no matter who made the food or how delicious the food was.


    When Charmine noticed just how much he enjoyed the soup, she felt a sense of achievement.


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    Seeing that he had finished his second bowl, she went in to get him a third one.


    She sat by him, watching him eat. She had a thought and asked, "Mo, why do you have anorexia?"


    The question threw Maurice off his bnce as he turned toward Charmine. "How did you find out?"


    Charmine said, "Sofia told me."


    Maurice frowned and looked away. He continued drinking the soup and did not seem willing to mention


    his past. "It’s nothing much," came his simple reply.


    Noticing he did not want to talk about it, Charmine did not insist on the matter.


    Since he was fine and had food in his system, and with Sofia happened to being back, Charmine


    left.


    A stinging stench of alcohol hit her in the face as she walked out. Frowning, she could not help fixing


    her eyes on the porch.


    Thinking of the incidentst night, she could not help walking over.


    Before she got any closer, she heard movement. She then pushed open the doorand saw...


    There were ten or so empty sses all over. The management team of the area was clearing them up.


    The look of anticipation on Charmine’s eyes turned dull. She could not help looking around but did not


    see him.


    She looked away and thought that she was overthinking.


    How could it be Anthony?


    He was busy nning his wedding with his fiancee. Why would he care about her at all?


    Charmine walked away and left.


    Meanwhile, a tall figure appeared.


    His figure seemed distant and ruthless, standing on the spot as he red at Charmine''s back. He felt a


    stab in his chest.


    She truly had spent a night with Maurice.


    The woman who was once all over him was staying up all night for another man, neglecting her own


    health.


    He suddenly felt that the essential oil he got her was a joke.


    Anthony had ayer of frost in his eyes, and he left angrily.


    Charmine was returning to the filming set to shoot. When she walked out, she saw a luxury car parked


    in front of her vi.


    Out came Waverly, donning her heels, a beige dress, and her limited edition bag. She looked


    expensive.


    She had delicate makeup on her face with her sunsses. She walked toward Charmine.


    Charmine acted as if she did not see her and walked past her.


    Waverly''s face sank. She walked quicker to block her, eyeing Charmine proudly. "How''s the design of


    my ringing along?"


    Charmine was annoyed that Waverly had stopped her and red at her coldly. "As I’ve said, the draft


    will be ready in a week."


    Waverly looked at her happily. "Hurry." "Can''t do." "How dare you!" Waverly’s face turned pale. "Is this


    how you''re treating your esteemed client?"


    Compared to Waverly''s aggression, Charmine seemed calm. "If you can''t ept it, cancel the order."


    Waverly grew livid before a thought urred to her, and she grinned." Why? You can''t stand how nice


    Anthony treats me, huh? Was he even as nice when he was with you? Forget about the superficial


    things, he didn''t even keep his basic promises! How much do you think he loved you?" 2 That remark


    made Charmine feel a pang in her chest.