Warning: My Mommy is A Savage novel Chapter 1290

Chapter 1290

Charmine grew even more suspicious.

Anthony knew? Why did he look at her like that, then?

She thought he was angry at her again!

Anthony met her gaze and caressed her face. He gulped and asked," Charmine, if I ever become vegetative one day-" "Nonsense!" Charmine stopped him as she put a finger to his lips before he could finish.

She frowned and looked at him. "Anthony, why do you keep asking me that?"

He even asked her yesterday what she would do if he became paralyzed.

Anthony said gently, "Nothing...just asking."

Charmine fell silent for a while and thought of what happened in the past two days.

There was only one possibility!

He could be asking her all that because he saw how she cared for Frank.

He wanted to know what she would do if it happened to him, did he not?

Charmine frowned. What a prideful man!

Her clear eyes gazed into him as she earnestly spoke, "Don't worry, Anthony. Let alone going paralyzed, I won't leave you even if you're in a vegetative state. I'm not someone who gives up. I chose you, and I'll stand by my choice till the end."

Her words were filled with conviction and bravery, and it jolted Anthony.

His dull gaze brimmed with emotions as he held her tightly. "Okay. I know."

As he knew all that, he would die for her.

Charmine cuddled in his arms and finally understood. He acted all weirdly for the past two days because he was thinking of those problems?

How would any of that ever happen to him?!

Anthony stroked her long hair gently. "Go and practice.” "Okay."

Charmine then left his embrace and headed to the window to pick up her brush once more, i

Charmine was at a loss for words. She had no choice but to continue her makeup.

Once done, she took the gown and said, "I'm about to get changed."

He stood up and walked to her. "I'll help you." "No need." Charmine was uncomfortable. "I'll do it myself." "Can you zip up your back?" he asked seriously.

Charmine was dumbfounded.

"Alright."

Following that, he gently helped her to put on the gown. Once done, he took a belt and tied it around her skinny waist.

Charmine looked at him coldly. "All done?"

Anthony glanced at her, stunned by her once again.

The black, fierce long gown seemed as if it was customized for her. It was similar to her cold temperament: elegant, exquisite, and unruly.

He reached out to fix her hair as he, with a twinge of regret, responded, "It’s done."