Warning My Mommy is A Savage

chapter 1783

Anthony held Charmine's hand tightly. "Grandpa wants us to pay him a visit."

Charmine nodded. "Alright, then.1

The scandal was all over the place, and it did make sense for Senior Bailey to ask them to find him.

Charmine flipped her still-wet hair and said, "Let me dry my hair before we go."

Anthony wrapped his arms around her. "I'll help you."

Charmine looked at him, and her red-painted lips curved into a smile." Okay."

They went back home, and she sat before the makeup table, much like a proud princess would.

The lean-built Anthony stood behind her with a hairdryer at hand, and he gently used it to help dry Charmine’s hair.

The mirror reflected the image of a cold yet regal man behind a beautiful woman. They looked, no doubt, like they were meant to be.

As Charmine's hair grew drier and softer, Anthony turned off the hairdryer.

His bony fingers felt her silky hair as he declared, "Done."

Charmine gave a beautiful smile at Anthony's statement, and she simply tied up her hair. "Let's go. Don't let Senior Bailey wait for too long."

Anthony pulled her into his arms. "Are you not rewarding your husband, dearest?"

This caught Charmine off-guard. She looked up at him and asked, "What reward would you like?"

He brought his face closer to her, showing his side-profile as he did. "Kiss me."

Charmine did not refuse, and her red lips left a gentle peck on his cheek, i Her gentle, cushion-like lips on Anthony’s cheek made his heart tingle with emotions. He looked at her lips longingly, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

Anthony gazed at Charmine with a burning gaze, but at the thought of meeting Senior Bailey soon, he repressed his deepest desire. "Let's be off," he said "Yeah." Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

At the Bailey mansion...

A luxury car pulled over before the villa. Anthony got out of the car and walked over to Charmine's side to open the door for her.

He put his hand over the top and reached in with another hand to hold onto her hand.

Charmine was dressed in a ginger yellow dress, and she looked well- presented.

Anthony closed the door and walked into the mansion while holding her hand.

When they went in, they saw Annabel sitting uneasily in the living room.

An elderly man was sitting opposite her.

Senior Bailey sat on the sofa, his expression steely. He was properly dressed and exuded the vibe of a stellar, capable man powerfully.

Spotting Anthony and Charmine coming in, he looked over wearily and instructed, "Come and have a seat."

Anthony held on Charmine's hand tightly and gave her a soundless reassurance.

The two of them went over and sat on the sofa.

Senior Bailey looked at the three of them and finally fixed his eyes on Anthony. He said with a formal voice, "Did you know that Annabel might have truly died if I didn't happen to stop by the hospital today?"

Senior Bailey had indeed spotted a person dressed in all black darting into Annabel's ward, and he snapped at him, scaring the individual away effectively.

He then fetched Annabel with his own men.

Charmine looked at Annabel and asked, "Did you see who it was?" "I... I’m sorry... I was too nervous and woke up to a black shadow rushing out..."

Annabel looked pale and weak, blatantly still terrified.

Charmine frowned.

Annabel could not see who was coming after her again?

Senior Bailey glared at Anthony and sternly declared, "I don't oppose your wedding with Charmine, but we can't leave the matter like this with Annabel! Otherwise, I can't convince the rest. The baby in her is my grandson anyway, and I won’t allow him to be left outside!"

Charmine had a complex look on her face.

Did Senior Bailey want Anthony to be responsible for Annabel?

Anthony held her hand and looked up at Senior Bailey. "What would you like me to do?"

Although this was a question, his tone was hostile.

Senior Bailey said, "Keep Annabel at home and take care of her forever! You can choose not to give her a title, but her son is a Bailey. This means Annabel is also your wife. Not only that, I’ll protect her with a whole group of guards.”

Despite his voice reflecting his age, his sturdiness and assertion did not waver at all.