Chapter 742
Charmine was so terrified that she stood up instantly. She wore a calm facade when walking to the washroom, though she internally prayed.
She prayed whoever Susan sent to spy on him would not catch on.
The moment she walked into the washroom, Charmine felt her wrist grabbed before she was pulled into a cubicle with the door locked behind her.
She was pressed against the ice-cold marble wall.
Anthony stood in front of her, one of his hands placed by her side, his body leaning toward her.
"Charmine, was the lesson I gave you not clear enough?"
His husky voice sounded domineering.
Charmine thought of the other time when he gave her a handful of hickeys, and she had to wear high-collared dresses for a good few days.
As they were inside the washroom, anyone might come in anytime. If he did anything...
She quickly explained, "We met on the way here, and he gave me the entrance ticket. I was going to leave after, but the restaurant states that both parties have to leave at the same time."
"So, you dine with him? What did you order? Lover's Pleasure? Forever and Ever?" Anthony glared at her unblinkingly. With that in mind, the arrogance in his eyes seemed to have swallowed her whole.
Charmine felt the sense of oppression he was exuding. The narrowed space suffocated her.
Sensing he was overpowering her, she countered, "What about you? What did you order with Waverly?"
"We're pretending to be a couple to protect you, yet you and Alexander are pretending to be a couple? Hmm?"
As Anthony spoke, he leaned in even closer to her, his well-built body almost engulfing her entirely.
Charmine looked up to see his throat. Backed up against the chilly wall, she had nowhere else to go.
It did not help Anthony's way of putting things made her feel somewhat guilty.
Anthony was indeed protecting her, while she came here merely to check on him...
At that moment, Charmine noticed that Anthony's arm was colder and stiffer than usual. Looking closer, she saw that under his white shirt was cylindrical steel under his arm, covering his arm entirely.
Her eyelids jumped.
Was this man such a clean freak that he literally and figuratively steeled himself from any bodily interaction with Waverly?
She, on the other hand...
Suddenly, the guilt in her somehow deepened. 1
Anthony-who assumed Charmine was caught red-handed as she said nothing to reply to him -1 i fted her chin and forced her to look him in the eyes. "Charmine, tell me honestly: Do you like him? Do you want to be with him?"
Charmine shook her head hastily. "Of course not! What happened today is merely a coincidence. I spent two million to buy the ticket from him. I never thought strictly only couples are allowed to enter...!"
Thinking of how he stayed chaste for her, she gave him a long explanation and met his gaze. "Furthermore, why would I like a rapist? You asked me not to overthink things, so I hope you'll listen to your own advice as well."
"You two did it. He touched you; you let him," blurted Anthony.
His voice carried no hint of hatred. In fact, it showed a hint of jealousy. 2
Charmine frowned. Anthony was that jealous that he compared himself to a rapist?
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