The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 822

His eyes were full of disgust, and Mavis couldn't help being a little embarrassed.

Just such a plan was the result of her thinking all afternoon.

She stretched out her hand to cover her screen, and stammered, "That... I haven't... finished it yet. This is a prototype."

When she said this, she didn't have any confidence. She was not good at making plans. Fortunately, the director gave her half a month, and she still had a chance to polish it.

That being the case, Anthony didn't bother to discourage her enthusiasm and just said, "Are you going to sleep at the company tonight?"

Judging by her state, if he didn't come, she might really stay in the company for one night, and he didn't know what was going on in her mind.

Only then did Mavis notice the time. Unexpectedly it was almost ten o'clock in the evening.

At this time, her stomach growled, and a blush immediately stained her neck, and even the tips of her ears were also stained red.

"Haven't eaten?"

Mavis nodded. If Anthony hadn't come, she wouldn't have known it was past work time.

Seeing this, Anthony was a little dissatisfied, and said coldly, "Pack up your things and get off work."

Mavis didn't dare to refuse him, hurriedly saved the draft on the computer, picked up her bag and followed him and left.

He strode that Mavis almost had to trot to keep up with him.

The Lambo Huracan started, and the speed was very fast, rushing out like an arrow off the string, scaring Mavis to hold on to the seat belt immediately.

Anthony rolled down the window, letting the cold wind blow into the car.

Mavis was wearing thin clothes and was a little cold from the wind, so she hugged her arms tightly and endured silently.

Glancing at her, he found her lips were turning pale with cold, and Anthony's expression became even more impatient.

Slowing down the speed, Anthony threw the coat beside her on her body, and said with a little disgust, "Are you dumb? Do you want to catch a cold?"

The coat that was thrown over still carried his body temperature and a faint smell of tobacco. Mavis choked on his words before she could be moved.

"I... I didn't."

She retorted in a low voice. What if he liked to blow the night breeze? She just didn't want to spoil his interest.

"Put it on."

His tone was domineering and indifferent. Even if Mavis felt uncomfortable, she didn't say anything.

Back at Callahan Residence, he took the initiative to wrap his arms around her waist, took her into his arms, and walked in together.

They came back very late, and Rebecca stepped forward and joked, "Anthony, you workaholic. You don't care about anything when you work. Mavis' body is relatively weak, so can you bear to let her work overtime with you? Look at Mavis' face. It's pale."

Knowing that Rebecca misunderstood, Mavis quickly explained, "It's not like that, Rebecca. I worked overtime today, and Anthony came back so late to accompany me."

Hearing this, Rebecca showed an expression that she understood, and said, "Congratulations, Anthony, a straight man, finally knows how to love his wife."

Anthony tightly hugged Mavis' slender waist, "My wife hasn't eaten yet. If you delay and if she faints from hunger, you will be responsible?"

In front of the Callahans, Anthony often called her his wife very naturally.

Although Mavis knew that he was dealing with his family, she couldn't help feeling a little throbbing in her heart.

At least for this second, she was his real wife.

"Okay, okay, I won't delay your wife's dinner. Can it work now? Anthony, let me tell you, it's shameful to show affection!"