Warning: My Mommy is A Savage novel Chapter 421

Chapter 421 Throughout Anthony‘s—and Chris‘–stay in Charmine‘s home, Charmine always managed to surprise him. Every revelation about her made her seem even more mysterious. Anthony had never met any woman who could interest him, all while remaining a mystery to him. Charmine‘s red lips curled upward as she teasingly remarked, “What about you?” Three nonchalant words, with a hint of interest in wanting to know more.

Anthony met her gaze. “What about me? Are you interested?” “Nah!” Charmine took another sip of her wine. “Never mind, let‘s eat.”

Of course Charmine did not want to show that she cared for him and liked him. Men were a strange species; women would get easily dumped the humbler they were. If she acted like she did not care, meanwhile, a woman would not get hurt.

Charmine, throughout the years, had built up a defensive wall that safeguarded her heart. While she accepted Anthony, she would not show it. Anthony noted how Charmine evaded the question, and he was reminded of the time he asked for a fraction of her attention. If she was unwilling to give him 50 percent of her love, how much could she give?

She was avoiding the topic, and he knew it.

It was obvious to him how her demeanor toward him had changed for the better...yet why would she still dodge questions about admitting her feelings? Nonetheless, Anthony was in no hurry. Anthony took some food for her. “What do you have in mind after this?” “After this...” Charmine‘s eyes darkened. Tiffany‘s reputation would be completely ruined sooner or later; there was no chance for her to salvage anything. After this, she did not have to do much. At the thought of a furious, livid Tiffany, Charmine sipped her wine languidly. “She should‘ve known the costs of her actions.”

Her tone was low and dark. Anthony refilled Charmine‘s empty glass with more wine and raised his own. “Anyway, here‘s a toast to you.” “Thank you.” Charmine clinked her glass with his and took another sip. Although she had made Tiffany discomposed several times, this time meant differently. It would take less than 10 days for Tiffany‘s true colors to be exposed. Charmine looked forward to it.

She finished the red wine in her glass, very much in a good mood as she continued to feast.

Kay, who watched over Charmine from outside the villa, received a call at that moment. “Kay, remember to tell Charmine that the wine‘s alcohol level is different from before. It‘s much stronger. Tell her to drink less!” Kay frowned. “I‘m afraid it‘s too late...” Charmine ate and drank continuously–one had to admit that the wine handmade by a professor like Uncle Pop was indeed different. It has a sweet and cooling texture, along with a lasting aftertaste. It was as thirst–quenching as a fruit juice.