Warning: My Mommy is A Savage novel Chapter 699

Chapter 699

In pain, Charmine grew sleepy unknowingly.

She laid on the sofa as she waited for Alexander to come.

She would no longer see Anthony after this night. She had to be with Alexander, even though she had to fake it...

Charmine was not actually asleep-she was waiting for a knock on the door.

Despite that, she fell asleep as she was unable to stay awake.

Charmine failed to notice, however, that she typed in [House 3, 33-2], and not [House 6, 33-2], 1

She typed in the wrong digit...

The instant he received her text, Alexander rushed to House 6, 33-2 right away and knocked on the door, only to be met with no response. He frowned with suspicion.

Was Charmine antagonizing him, suffocating him with false hope that she needed longer to open the door for him?

He could wait forever, though, so long as she forgave him.

He waited, and waited...

On the next morning...

Click!

Charmine was woken up by the sound of the door opening.

Haphazardly opening her eyes, she saw two figures-one tall, the other much smaller-standing outside the door.

They were Anthony and Chris! 1

What happened? Why were they here?

Anthony spotted her right away.

She lied on the sofa with her legs on the armrest. As her dress hung loosely, her long and straight legs were all out on display. 1

With bottles of wine scattered all around her on the floor, Charmine truly looked like a fallen angel.

Anthony frowned. "Close your eyes."

He reached out to close Chris’ eyes as he removed his suit and marched toward Charmine.

Before she could react, the warm suit was draped over her legs. The dazed Charmine looked at the house and the pile of wine bottles, perplexed.

What...happened?

Did she not ask Alexander to come? Why did he not? Had she actually spent a night sleeping on the balcony?

Moreover, these two...

"Why did you two come?"

Did Eric not say that he could guarantee no one could track this house?!

'There's no one in the world that Momo and I can't find," declared Anthony while his eyes landed on the pile of wine bottles, then back at her face still adorned with makeup.

She must have cried; that would explain her smudged eyeliner.

His heart ached at the sight. "Did you do something foolish last night? Do you not remember the things I told you?"

He had told her, not once but several times over and over, that he would fix all their problems. He had told her not to overthink, but she always turned and ran away.