After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 761 Anthony is fascinated

Such an intimate term of endearment, which she had not even dared to think of before, would come out of Anthony's mouth.

And, he looked at her when he called her...

Mavis was stunned for a while until Anthony pinched the back of her hand and tightened it slightly, reminding her to come back to her senses. Then she came out of her fantasy.

"I'm not mad at you, but I did give Timothy and Rebecca the wrong idea this time, so I should go back to my room and fix you."

Mavis pouted.

Although she knew it was fake, it was rare to feel his tenderness for a short while. Surely she can't miss it.

Mavis gently tugged on the back of his hand, smiling playfully and brightly.

There was a subtle atmosphere between the young couple.

Timothy kept tutting and shaking his head, telling Rebecca, "Look, we're both single. We're forced to watch their affection."

Rebecca took the opportunity to talk about his marriage, "When are you going to have a girlfriend? Anthony is married. You can't wait for Mavis to have a baby and you're still a bachelor." Timothy was speechless.

He decisively served Rebecca with a chicken leg, "Eat your food and leave me alone."

Mavis blushed slightly and was embarrassed by "have a baby".

Anthony had no particular expression throughout, and after withdrawing his hand, he concentrated on eating and did not speak.

After the meal, Anthony went to the study again.

Mavis worked by the bedroom coffee table, going to work on what she left behind because of her last leave of absence.

After two hours of busy work, the bedroom door was slowly opened.

Anthony pulled his tie with one hand. His movements were wanton and lazy, and his eyes looked exhausted.

He glanced at Mavis who was sitting on the sofa, took off the tie and threw it on the coat rack, and bade her indifferently. "Take the bedding on the sofa. I'm tired."

The implication was that he will be resting on the sofa tonight.

Mavis stared at him for a moment in dismay.

She thought he wouldn't go to the bedroom to rest today, and she thought he wouldn't take the initiative to talk to her. "Can you go to the bed? I'm not done with my work."

Anthony's eyebrows furrowed, vaguely with some displeasure. Finally, he did not say anything, "Get faster."

After a prod, he took off his suit and entered the bathroom, and soon the sound of clattering water rang out.

He went to take a shower.

Mavis did not dare to delay, quickly finished the task at hand, saved, turned off the computer, and went to the closet to get a quilt to spread it on the sofa. She had just finished preparing when Anthony finished his shower.

"The sofa is too small for you, cause you're tall. I prefer to sleep on here. Don't insist. Please go sleep on the bed."

Anthony didn't even look at her, and more than a little deliberately avoided her eyes.

He sounded a little impatient.

"Who is insisting? This room is mine. I can sleep wherever I want. You sleep on the bed."

That was too overbearing.

Mavis didn't agree, "When you didn't go back to the room these days, I slept on the sofa. The bed is untouched and clean. You can sleep on the bed without worry." The innocent soft bed did not expect that one day it became an object of dislike.

And the small and narrow sofa, at the moment became a favourite.

Anthony's gaze finally settled on Mavis' face, and he tossed the towel he had finished wiping his hair with and slowly walked towards Mavis.

The man's harsh breath followed the approaching. Mavis shrank and bowed her head somehow timidly.

Anthony slowly bent over. His long fingers pinched her jaw. His deep eyes narrowed slightly, as if to see through her camouflage under the modesty. "Are you blaming me for not coming back to thr room for the past few days? Purposely feeling wronged?"

Mavis blushed slightly, "I didn't."

"No? Then why are you afraid to look at me? You really like sleeping on the sofa?"

Mavis calmed herself down and slightly looked up to meet his squinting, probing eyes, and was overwhelmed by his temperament and gulped. This man's short hair was half wet and half dry. Just after the shower, his jawline was still dripping with water droplets, which looked too lustful ... "Well, get used to sleeping on the sofa."

Her long eyelashes kept trembling. She hadn't seen Anthony for days, and tonight she was so close directly to him that her breathing was disturbed. Also, he called her wife at dinner today ...

Anthony didn't know what she was thinking, but his eyes were sharp enough to notice that the tips of her ears were red, her neck was red, and even her cheeks were flushed with heat. Did she really like him that much?

Just being a little closer and she was in love?

Anthony inexplicably felt it cute by her look and was in a much better mood.

Even if he didn't like Mavis, he just used Mavis as a tool to cope with the marriage, she was a very interesting tool.

Anthony released his grip on her jaw and put his other hand around her waist.

With a push of his arm, he got her whole body up from the sofa and pressed her against his chest under his robe.

"Mr. Callahan?"

Mavis was flustered by his sudden, intimate gestures.

The evil smile on his lips was wanton. He was appreciating her panic look, squeezing her shoulders, helping her turn around and pushing her gently to the side of the bed.

His big palm tapped behind her like a threat, "Listen to me. You go to bed."

Mavis was confused, stumbled forward and covered her buttocks as an afterthought.

What did he just do?

Did this count as taking advantage of her?

Mavis' cheeks turned red instantly and she stared back at him in shock.

But she saw he had little expression, as if nothing had just happened, and went to the locker room to blow-dry his hair.

Mavis was speechless.

Well, it should be her overthinking and her illusion.

She followed him to the locker room, grabbed a set of her own pajamas, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

The moment the bathroom door was closed, Anthony slowly exhaled and couldn't clam himself down for a moment. What did he just do?

He was simply bewitched and actually patted Mavis' ...

He froze looking at his right hand. His usual cold face was so red. Even the breathing was uncontrollably tightened.

The palm of the hand seemed to still remain the heat from touching her buttocks.

They were firm, seductive, soft and flexible.

It felt extremely great.

And the sound of the water in the bathroom was still clattering. Anthony inexplicably imagined her in front of the shower, the wonderful body.

Shit!

...

Crazy.

What was going on with this woman? Every time when he got a little closer to her, she can make him do uncontrollable things.

Never again! Never get closer to her again!

Anthony scowled and clenched his palms.

In the past, if his hands touched something that bored him, he would immediately go to wash his hands. Tonight for the first time he did not go to wash his hands. After blowing his hair, he went to the small balcony of the bedroom for some cold air.

She was taking a shower and he can't look at her in a nightgown.

He will have a cigarette to calm down, and it was just in time.

Anthony stood on the small balcony, lit his lighter, and smoked in the silent night.

His left hand took the cigarette, and his right hand hung at his side, squeezing tightly every now and then, as if he was recalling something.

The sparks flickered and faded, burning brighter as he took a deep drag on the cigarette.

Just like the lust in his heart, it was difficult to extinguish.