Warning: My Mommy is A Savage novel Chapter 1917

Chapter 1917

The Bailey family dined peacefully.

All of a sudden, Luke rushed toward them.

"Boss Bailey, the result is out. Madam's and Ms. McKenzie's superbikes had special high-tech gasoline. We can’t find out how, but when the superbikes traveled at a high speed, this gasoline would be activated, causing too much lubricant that resulted in the brake failure!"

Charmine narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

The superbikes had been examined, and they were fine when they were sent over, i

Only her family and Annabel were close to the superbikes, but...they all seemed unlikely to do such a thing, i

Anthony understood her meaning. Hence, he instructed, "Keep investigating this." "Yes, Sir!" Luke nodded and left politely.

That night...

Charmine laid in bed after showering. She picked up a book while waiting for Anthony to shower.

A moment later, the shower door opened.

She instinctively turned to look at Anthony standing before the shower room in his silk robe. He made a stark contrast to the mist behind him.

The silk robe clung to his body, outlining his sexy, well-built body, and even the shape of his six-abs was seen.

Charmine could not help looking at him with desire.

"Baby..."

She put down her book and laid in bed alluringly, beckoning him over with a finger. "Come here."

Anthony walked toward her, his hair still dripping wet, yet his seductiveness remained.

Afraid the room would be too dry, he thus turned on the humidifier.

Once he made sure everything was done, he stood by the bed and watched over Charmine. Thinking of the harm he caused her five years ago, remorse crept to his face.

He could only use his love to make up for the hurt he had inflicted upon her.

Anthony reached out to smoothen Charmine's hair. "I have to deal with a few things for now. Don't wait for me, and rest early."

With that said, he lowered his head to leave a gentle peck on her forehead, turned off the lights, and left silently.

Charmine was speechless as she laid in bed, looking at the tightly shut door.

She could not help recalling the guilty look on Anthony's face when he stood beside the bed. i

Why was he guilty?