Powerful Papa with Triplet Babies novel Chapter 463

Chapter 463

It hurt so much that beads of sweat started to form on Anne's forehead.

Soon, she felt cold from her back. After the cold, the pain on her back was relieved.

Then, it was a second wound.

Anne woke up from her sleep, and Anthony was no longer sleeping next to her. The wounds on her back were gently touched by something that felt like a cotton bud.

She could faintly smell the medicine in the air.

She did not need to turn around to know who the person was helping her with the medicine.

She did not expect Anthony to be waking up in the middle of his sleep to apply the anesthesia for her.

"Did I wake you up? I did not want to move around. It was too uncomfortable." Anne's face pressed into the pillow, making it deformed. Her lips pouted.

Anthony's face was still expressionless. "Good that you are aware of it."

After that, he tossed the cotton bud into the trash can and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Anne listened as the water splashed in the tap and wondered, could she blame him for this?

She remembered what Kathryn said about following suit during the day and had an idea.

"I am a little hungry. Can you get me something to eat?"

"Now?"

"Yes, can you please?"

Anthony's face sank. He looked intimidating and menacing. "Don't think that I helped you with the wounds means you could now order me around."

"How would I be brave enough to order you around? I am really hungry." Anne's facial expression became very pitiful, her eyes covered in a light layer of mist. "Just help me pour a glass of milk, please."

Anthony's dark eyes stared at her for a while, and then he turned and left the room.

He took out the milk from the fridge and poured it into the glass. Anthony stared at the glass. His face was dull. What illusion did he give Anne?

He sent her three meals to her bed every day, that only was because he did not want anyone else to be in the condo.

As for him feeding her personally, it was just because she was injured.

Him, doing it proactively, was not the same as her asking him to do it.

He figured perhaps just take this as payback after indulging in her body!

After a few minutes, Anthony brought the milk back into the room.

When the milk was passed over, Anne said, "Get me a straw please. I cannot drink this way."

Anthony did not look too pleased. He suppressed it and went to retrieve a straw, sticking it into her mouth.

Anne had to hold her delight in and took a sip of the milk. She was surprised. "You heated the milk up?"

Anthony's face was cold, and he did not say a word.

Anne felt that saying one more word would result in being strangled to death by Anthony.