Powerful Papa with Triplet Babies novel Chapter 104

Chapter 104 She set the glass of water down onto the coffee table, all the while tensing under the pressure of Anthony‘s presence. He noticed the bruise on her neck and grabbed her chin when she was about to get up. Startled. she froze anxiously. “Wh–what‘s wrong?”

“I don‘t remember it being this bad.” He studied the bruise sharply.

Realizing what he meant, she touched the bruise on her neck and said, “I....I did this, otherwise people would misunderstand...ugh!”

He dragged her closer and she fell, landing one knee on the couch and the other on Anthony‘s thigh. She instinctively reached down to steady herself and bit her lips in embarrassment.

He rubbed his finger on the bruised skin and she still felt sore from the touch.

“Looks like I should have been less merciful with you,” he said while staring at the bruise. “Please spare me.” She glanced at him, doe–eyed. “It really hurt when I turned it into a bruise

He tensed at her pleading expression and grabbed her by the back of her neck, before pressing his lips against hers.

“Umph!” Her heart skipped a beat as she closed her eyes in response to the assault.

Soon, the temperature of the room rose and the situation spun out of control. She panted as she leaned against his chest, his strong, rhythmic heartbeat filled her dazed mind.

The glass she set on the table had fallen and the water had trickled down onto the floor, gathering into a small puddle. Sensing what he was about to do next, she clenched her fists and pleaded, “I‘ve been working the whole day. Can‘t you just let me go for today? I want to rest…” “I‘ll spare you this time.”

Anne was surprised by his answer, since she only thought that there was a ten percent chance that he would agree. She got up and picked her clothes up from the floor, before proceeding to put them on nervously.

Still full–dressed, Anthony sat on the couch and studied her frantic state with interest.

“Go get some food,” he said, his voice still hoarse and laced with lust. She was stunned and stood still as she struggled to understand what he meant.

“I didn‘t cook tonight. I just bought some bread on my way back,” she said.

“I can eat whatever.”

She suppressed the urge to ask a million questions and walked towards the refrigerator. There was some pasta, sausage and tomato.

She could not help but wonder if Anthony would agree to go after he ate, because she could not exactly chase him out in order to not raise suspicion. She could only be patient for the time being.

Once the pasta was ready, she set it down on the table before Anthony.