Take Control of Yourself, Please novel (Anna and Liam) novel Chapter 7

Anna's inbox overflowed with missed calls and messages from Bryan.

She felt a sharp sting in her heart the moment she saw his name.

[Anna, where are you? I can’t find you anywhere. I'm losing my mind.]

[Anna, please call me back when you see this...]

[Anna, I'm so worried about you. I've been looking for you all night. Where are you?]

Anna, Anna, Anna...

These 'caring' messages disgusted her to no end.

Just then, a call from Bryan came in again. In a moment of panic, Anna declined the call, switched off her phone, and tossed it away.

Soon after, Jamie found his spare keys and rushed back into the room. When he saw Anna sitting silently on the sofa, he could finally let out a sigh of relief.

He was genuinely worried that after taking two heavy blows in a night, Anna would do something stupid.

Rays of light penetrated the window and shone onto Anna's fair face, making her skin appear even paler. Even the veins beneath her skin could be seen.

Her long and curly lashes cast beautiful shadows beneath her eyes. She sat on the sofa, lost in thoughts.

Jamie strolled toward her and kneeled down in front o f her. His heart ached when he saw the faint blue and purple markings hidden beneath her shirt collar.

In a tender voice, he consoled, "My dear, don’t be sad, okay? You still have me."

Putting on a playful smile, Jamie took her frigid hands and joked, "You know, we can look at this from a different angle too. It's not him that bedded you, it's you that bedded him! Take it as revenge toward that cheating fiance of yours! You should be happy about this, shouldn’t you?"

Anna finally snapped out of her trance. Her gaze shifted onto Jamie's face that sort of resembled the devil.

Calmly, she said, "I'm afraid of getting AIDS!"

Jamie was utterly speechless.

Anna grabbed her phone and bag and marched toward the door.

Jamie hurriedly followed behind. "Where are you going, dear?"

Anna stopped in her steps. Her beautiful eyes turned cold. Her lips parted gently, forming only a single word.

"Home."

Anna had reached home.

The moment she walked through the door, her stepmother, Nicole Baine, rushed to the door and brought Anna her slippers as if she were a maid. Nicole caringly inquired about Anna's whereabouts the night before.

"Anna, you're back! Why didn’t you come home last night? You had me worried sick! I couldn’t sleep a wink last night.

"Anna, why do you look so pale? Are you ill?"

Anna did not reply, nor did she change into the slippers Nicole brought her. She went straight into the house, brushing past Nicole.

Nicole ran after her. "Anna, I've made you some soup. It’s being heated up in the kitchen. Would you like a bowl?"

Anna climbed up the stairs silently.

She could hear Nicole's low grumbling from behind." Tsk, I guess this is the faith of a stepmother. I'm already so old, yet I have to chase this spoiled princess every day and she can't even show me a smile."

Anna secretly clenched her fists to hold back the sorrow that filled her heart.

Judging from Nicole's amiable act toward her, Anna knew that her father was home.