As she was at a loss for words, Anthony's thin lips approached hers, kissed her all over, and licked her small mouth.
Anne turned her face away in panic. She controlled her tumbling emotions and said fiercely, "Do you want me to bite your lips off?"
"You want to bite me? Hmm?" Anthony wrapped his arms around her waist, not letting her out of his arms.
"Anthony, I'm begging you. Do you really have to torture me like this?" Anne almost broke down.
Anthony gazed at her painful expression, and his sight seemed to sink slightly. His face did not get closer anymore, stopping at a distance.
An extra bed was placed in the ward. Anthony stayed in the hospital, resting on that bed at night.
Anne lay in bed, listening to the rhythmic sound of the pendulum clock swinging, and drifted into sleep.
Anthony sat on the sofa. He did not want to sleep so soon.
He gazed at her peaceful sleeping face quietly.
When Anne opened her eyes the next morning, all she could see was still pitch black.
She had gone to sleep, hoping that she would regain her sight in the morning so that she could see her lovely triplets.
Then she heard footsteps approaching the bed. "You're awake?"
Anne heard Anthony's voice and asked, "What time is it now?"
"Seven o'clock."
"Are the triplets coming soon?"
"They'll be here in a while. Let's go to the bathroom first," Anthony said and lifted the covers off her body.
Anne thought she would get out of bed by herself with Anthony leading her.
Instead, she felt herself getting lifted up. She felt panic and clutched the shirt on Anthony's broad shoulders in a helpless manner.
"Don't be afraid."
"Who's afraid?" Anne spoke back defiantly.
Anthony smirked, looking at her with his black eyes.
Once they got in the bathroom, Anthony placed her on the toilet.
After Anne sat down, she sensed that Anthony was not leaving. "Are you not leaving?"
Without saying anything, Anthony walked toward the door, went out, and closed the door.
Anne felt relieved after hearing the thud of the door being closed and peed.
She had asked Dr. Brown about her injuries. The worst situation would be that she had injured her brain.
However, after lying in bed for a few days, she could already get out of bed and walk.
She could do everything except see, and she did not think it would be such a big deal.
So, when Anthony came in, she stood up and said, "I can go back to bed by myself..."
"You can't see."
"I can do it." Anne insisted.
Still, Anthony grabbed her waist. "Just listen to me. Your body is still recovering."
Anne frowned and tried to push his hands away. "Anthony, I don't need you to take care of me, I can do it myself ..."
Her lower jaw was then pinched and held in place.
Anthony said in a low voice, "Don't forget who you are now."
Anne's face froze.
What? Just because they had a marriage certificate? She would not admit it, and it was useless for him to mention it!
Seeing her defenseless reaction, Anthony could not help but bite her mouth.
Anne could not help but grunt softly at the bite.
She had no idea what was going on because of her eyesight.
"Ah! Papa and Mama are kissing! So embarrassing!"
Just as her brain stopped working, she heard Chloe's cheery voice.
She tried to push Anthony away. If it were not for Anthony, who held her by her waist, she would have fallen down.
Charlie's and Chris' little faces were flushed as they watched their Papa and Mama kiss.
Chloe covered her eyes with her two chubby little hands and peeked through her fingers.
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Book 2 please.i like the story..thanks writer...