Warning: My Mommy is A Savage novel Chapter 1272

Chapter 1272

Charmine, in Anthony’s arms, sighed in awe. "So beautiful."

Anthony's gaze never wavered from her face. "Very beautiful indeed."

His voice was heavier than usual.

Charmine frowned. She turned to him and met his gloom-filled eyes. Pausing momentarily, she then asked, "Why do you look at me like this today?"

He was strange.

She treated Frank and made the man breakfast without Anthony getting angry. He even fed her caringly!

All that, and he looked at her in such a way...

"Anthony," said Charmine as she gazed at him. "Is everything okay?" "Yeah." Anthony looked away and watched the rising sun. Momentarily silent, he then turned to her solemnly as he called out with an equally serious, "Charmine." "Hmm?" Charmine looked at him.

He pursed his lips and asked, "If I fall paralyzed one day, will you-” "What nonsense are you talking about?!" Charmine reached out her hand to cover his mouth. "Don't speak of nonsense!"

Even the thought of it made her breathless.

Anthony frowned. "Don’t you dislike stingy men? Don't you like powerful men who are good enough for you?"

If he was paralyzed, would she still like him?

Mentioning this, Charmine frowned. "Can we talk about something else?"

Most importantly, she was waiting for his brain to experiment on. The thought of having the brain of a genius like Anthony to experiment on was exciting!

Anthony pursed his lips. "I'll reply to you in three days." "Okay. If you've decided to let him receive the treatment, I hope you hurry up. The patient can’t wait."

Anthony hung up and clenched his grip on the phone tightly with a complex look.

After lunch, Anthony accompanied Charmine to practice up in the mountain as Frank still suffered from complications.

With Anthony by her side, Charmine managed to calm down.

She was focused on practicing, deeply concentrated as she grew accustomed.

Her brush danced as more butterflies came her way. Even when her brush landed on the paper, the butterflies no longer flew away in fear. In fact, more gathered around the paper she wrote on.