Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 220

However, not only did Anathea not push Gregory away, but she even started responding. It was a little clumsy but incredibly intoxicating.

He was desperate for more. As he kissed her, Gregory opened the car door and placed her in the back seat.

The temperature in the car started to rise, and the desire in Gregory’s eyes grew stronger–he wanted to do it right here.

Anathea saw right through his thoughts. Instead of resisting like she used to, she wrapped her arms around his waist.

That was all the encouragement Gregory needed.

Just as his kisses moved down her neck, Anathea leaned close to his ear and whispered, “Mr. Sinclair, don’t forget–two weeks from now.”

That sentence alone instantly extinguished the burning atmosphere, as though a bucket of ice water had been dumped over

their heads.

It was like a perfectly plated dish had been set before him, and just as he’d been about to taste it, someone had suddenly told

him it wasn’t cooked.

Gregory’s brows tightened. He stared at the woman in front of him who looked completely unbothered, and spoke with displeasure.

“Anathea, you did that on purpose.”

He hadn’t expected her to become so cunning in just a short time apart. She’d lured him in first, then ruthlessly pushed him away. She’d been teasing him on purpose.

“You’re the one who lost control. I was just doing my duty as a wife and going along with you. Isn’t that what you wanted?” Anathea stared at him. There was a hint of mockery in her voice.

He wanted a submissive wife who listened to everything he said and was loyal only to him–even though he himself didn’t practice loyalty. It was a huge joke in Anathea’s eyes.

“What a sharp tongue you have.” Gregory pinched her chin, his expression sour.

“Thank you for the compliment.” Anathea tugged at the corner of her lips and asked politely, “Can I sit up

now?”

Shooting her a glare, Gregory stood up and stepped out, walking to the front passenger seat.

He slammed the door shut.

Anathea was now the only one in the spacious back seat. She slowly propped herself up and casually used a tissue to wipe her lips.

They still carried Gregory’s scent. He’d probably just been with Natalie at the hotel earlier. Gregory’s lips probably still carried Natalie’s taste, which disgusted Anathea.

“Frowning slightly, she wiped harder.

But when she thought of Gregory’s expression just now, her mood brightened quite a bit..

So, this was what revenge felt like. It was surprisingly satisfying.

Anathea smiled slightly.

Gregory, on the other hand, felt the exact opposite. There was no emotion on his face, and he radiated an intimidating presence as he remained silent.

When Martin opened the car door and got in, he was startled.

“M–Mr. Sinclair…” he muttered, swallowing nervously.

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Why was Gregory in the front passenger seat?

Judging by the look on Gregory’s face, Martin figured he had a fight with Anathea.

Martin cautiously glanced at Anathea.

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