Powerful Papa with Triplet Babies novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97

He glanced at the frustrated expression on her face and watched as the reflection of the street lights dancing on her pale skin though the window.

He could still taste her on the tip of his tongue and his whole being longed to get closer to her.

His phone vibrated and he reeled in bis urges, before answering “Speak.”

“The people in the area said that Cheyenne was taken away by Sarah.”

“Bring her back and don‘t bother playing nice,” he commanded, before tossing his phone aside.

“Did you find my mom?”

“I did. How are you going to repay me?” His eyes glittered with lust in the dark.

Familiar with the look in his eyes, she swallowed nervously and glanced outside the window, knowing perfectly well that she had no right to say no.

Anthony‘s men stormed into Ron‘s mansion demanding for Cheyenne and shoved everything aside that stood in their ways barbarically.

Terrified, Sarah immediately informed them where Cheyenne.was. They went to open the back truck of the car and released Cheyenne, who had been locked inside for hours.

She had thought that it was the end of her.

After taking Cheyenne away, Ron questioned Sarah, “What‘s wrong with you? Why did you have to upset Anthony again? Can‘t we have a peaceful week?” “I...that‘s Anne‘s mother. She abandoned Anne in the past and is now clinging onto her for money. I can‘t let her do that to Anne,” Sarah argued. “Even so, it‘s none of your business. You are just her aunt!” Ron said angrily. The drama in the Marwood Family had just settled down and he could not take another conflict after sacrificing almost everything to marry Sarah. “Alright, alright. Don‘t get mad. I was wrong. I won‘t do it again,” Sarah consoled him. ”

The sound of running water echoed in the room invitingly.

Anne stood stiffly under the shower. She did not want to be intimate with Anthony anymore, but there was no way that she could avoid it. The door to the bathroom opened and Anne jumped in fear. Without turning around, she already knew who it was. Anthony pressed his fingers against the glass door and slowly applied pressure. His eyes were fixated on her slim figure, her curves faintly showing through the steam. His breath hitched as he felt his blood boil. Without bothering to take his clothes off, he stepped into the shower. She could sense him approaching from behind and despite the hot water running through her body, her body shivered uncontrollably.

He wrapped his arms around her trembling body and she bit on her lower lip to tolerate the sensation.

Anthony narrowed his eyes and stared at the smooth, fair skin behind her neck. His throat went dry at the sight of the faint lines of veins under her skin and he panted heavily as he bit down on her neck.

“Umph! Don‘t...” She lifted her chin by reflex like a beautiful swan, but Anthony was not going to listen to her. He grabbed a hand over her jaw and turned, before devouring her lips.

She shook her head frantically. “I don‘t want to...”

“Why not?” He breathed down her neck heatedly. “Do you like that principal?

She did not expect him to mention Lucas. “Of course, not…”

“Give up. You won‘t get a chance, even if you do, I will make him disappear from Luton.”

She trembled and tightened her grip on the handle, her knuckles turning white from the pressure.

The mirror was clouded by the steam and reflected nothing but the blurred outline of their bodies. The water was still running inside the bathroom and under the faint light above the bed, Anne was pinned against the bed, her cheeks wet from tears and sweat.

As it began to dawn, Anthony got out of bed and turned to glance at Anne, who had lost consciousness on the bed, her hair was covering most of her face and the small part that was showing was flushing a crimson shade of red. Her eyes were tightly shut as she breathed with her mouth in oblivion.

The look in his eyes darkened. He had multiple partners before, but he had never experienced such uncontrollable lust toward a particular woman in the past.

He turned around and stepped into the bathroom.

When Anne heard the water running, her eyes opened abruptly and locked onto his phone on the nightstand.

She glanced at the bathroom warily and struggled to reach out for the phone. When she finally had it, she was surprised to find out that there was no password for the phone.

Perhaps that was precisely how confident Anthony was that he was invincible.

She immediately downloaded a GPS application onto his phone, which naturally took time and her eyes darted back and forth between the bathroom and the phone as she waited.

One minute had passed and only one third of the process was completed.

Her heart raced. If Anthony caught her, she would not live to see another day. This was no doubt a suicide mission.

Fifty percent...fifty–five percent...sixty percent...

The sound of the running water stopped and Anne paled. The application was still downloading, but she could not set the phone down because it would mean she was giving up. When the progress bar reached a hundred percent, she could almost hear her own heartbeat as her mind went blank from the intense pressure she felt.

She immediately hid the application icon from the menu. So long as Anthony did not specifically look for it, he would not know that he was being traced.

The bathroom door opened and Anthony stepped out in his robes. He stepped toward the bed and noticed that Anne was still asleep.

His phone rang and he walked over to pick it up. “Mr. Marwood, Elder Marwood found the person who tried to kill you.” “He sure is efficient,” Anthony said coldly, “send the assassin to the Royal Mansion.” He hung up and fell back to bed to sleep. Anne opened her eyes and was surprised that Anthony went straight to sleep. He used to leave straight away, and even if it was his own bed, he would never sleep beside her. Dismissing it as one of his spontaneous actions, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. By the time she woke up, it was already morning. Anthony was nowhere to be seen and his phone on the nightstand was gone as well. She spotted a clean change of female clothing which she assumed was for her.

Anne felt even worse after sleep and her legs were trembling as she tried to get up. She stumbled toward the stairs and turned her attention to the living room downstairs.