Warning My Mommy is A Savage

Chapter 265

Charmine slept soundly for a very long time. When she opened her eyes, she was greeted by a luxurious high ceiling. What was she leaning against?

She looked back to see that Anthony was laying beside her, and what she was leaning against was his right arm!

How did that happen? Was she not playing her game last night? Why was she in Anthony’s arms?!

Once he noted that Charmine was awake, Anthony put down his working phone and asked with his deep voice, “Do you feel unwell?”

Charmine shook her head in reply when she spotted the time on his phone. It was already six i n the evening! She slept till six in the evening of the next day!

She sat up and asked, “You stayed here with me the entire day?”

“Mhm.” Anthony tried to get up, but when he tried to move his right arm, he realized that he could not move it. A flash of discomfort appeared in his eyes. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Looking at his numbed right arm, Charmine instinctively went to massage it as she commented, “Are you crazy? You could’ve pushed me away.”

“I was reluctant to,” his words sounded simple, yet they were deep and soothing.

Charmine’s heart skipped a beat. Reluctant?

Reluctant to wake her up, or reluctant to push her away? Charmine never experienced such warmth even at a young age, and even Julian did not pretend to be so loving back then. Back when Manager

Brown had poisoned her, it was Anthony who stayed by her side for one whole night, and this time, he stayed by her for one whole day. He had every opportunity to do anything to her, but he did not…

She squinted a little as she continued to massage his arm to improve his blood flow. After a while, she asked, “Is it better now?”

Anthony tried to move his right arm. “Still numb.”

Charmine had no choice but to continue her massage. She did not realize it, but she-at that very moment-seemed like a loving wife sitting beside Anthony in her pajamas. Anthony enjoyed the moment in silence; it was rare for him to see this gentle side of her.

It was then when a text lit up his phone, and the notification showed:

[Mr. Bailey, I’ve done all I can, but someone else is working for Ms. Jordan. No clue.)

Frowning, Anthony sat up to quickly turn off his phone.

It was too late.

“I…” The usually fearless and decisive Anthony was suddenly overwhelmed with worry; worry that Charmine would hate him.

After a moment of silence, he looked into her eyes and affirmed, “Charmine, I only wanted to help you.”

Wanted to help her? Invading her privacy was helping her, how?

Charmine was livid; she wanted to lash out at him. She did not want anyone to know about what happened five years ago, and she did not like people exposing her scar. Despite all that, however, Charmine had no heart to be angry at Anthony as she gazed into his deep and sincere eyes.

“Do you really want to help me?” Charmine asked.

Anthony nodded in a heartbeat.

Charmine suddenly felt ironic. If Anthony knew about the incident five years ago, would he still like her as much? Since the situation had escalated up to this, there was no more point in hiding the truth from Anthony. Instead of letting him find out on his own, she might as well b e honest with him.

After a moment of silence, her lips parted, “Since you want to know, I hope you can also accept the answer.”