After divorce I am a billionaire

Thinking about it, she saw Anthony enter the dressing room.

Anthony never undressed in front of her.

The bed was too soft and the quilt was silk, which was skin-friendly and comfortable.

Mavis fell asleep after a while.

Anthony dried his hair, and when he cout of the dressing room, he saw that half of her body was outside the quilt because she felt hot. The slender legs under the nightdress were pressing against the quilt, and she was not sleeping obediently at all.

He walked over slowly and helped Mavis cover the quilt.

Those beautiful legs wrapped the quilt so presumptuously that Anthony accidentally touched her smooth skin.

The fingertips froze in place like an electric shock in an instant, and Anthony was completely stunned.

Although Mavis slept presumptuously, her sleeping face was beautiful and very eye-catching.

His Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably, and he felt hot.

Damn.

He actually had feelings for this woman...

Anthony frowned, and his expression was complicated.

This feeling made him inexplicably feel that he was very wrong, and it tarnished the feeling of loving Lyra for ten years in the past.

"Did you forget there is a man in the room? How can you sleep so unruly? If you meet a man with evil intentions, you will be insulted tonight." His tone was sullen and he was very unhappy, but he silently helped Mavis to cover the quilt tightly.

Unexpectedly, just as he turned around, Mavis, who was sleeping, stretched out her hands restlessly again because of the heat.

He walked back again and tucked her arms back into the bed without saying a word.

Mavis rolled over suddenly. Her arms naturally wrapped around the back of Anthony's neck.

Inexplicably guilty, Anthony was thrown onto the bed by her, and looked at her sleeping face in a close distance.

"You stupid woman. Pretending to be asleep and insulting me?" He whispered, reached out in revenge and pinched Mavis' cheek with his fingertips, trying to test if she was awake.

Originally he wanted to pinch hard, but her skin was really soft and tender, and when he pinched it, it bounced around, and it felt very good.

Anthony couldn't put his hand down for no apparent reason. His fingertips froze on her cheek, and he pinched twice more lightly.

The woman in her sleep seemed to be disturbed. She muttered and frowned, and unconsciously pushed away his hand.

"Don't make troubles. | have a husband..." The whispered words were clearly heard by Anthony.

He felt a lot more comfortable in an instant.

Even if she had a conscience, she knew that she had a husband, and she had to keep a distance from other men.

Her cheeks were so soft and made his fingers felt great. It was very decompressing. Anthony can't stop pinching.

His blue eyes inadvertently focused on her pink lips.

It looked good and soft.

The taste of kissing should be very unusual.

Anyway, she was his legal wife. If he secretly kissed her, he would ... not break the law.

He crept closer to Mavis, leaning closer to the soft lips.

Bum bum- Bum bum- His heart beat uncontrollably, like he was doing something bad.

Just as he was about to touch Mavis" soft lips the last minute, Anthony stopped.

He opened his eyes suddenly. The love in the bottom of his eyes dissipated, and it becclear and cold.

Not knowing what to think, he didn't move any further, rolled over and got out of bed, away from Mavis. Then he went to sleep on the sofa.

With the decades of abstinence for Lyra, he would not react to other women, only disgusted.

Mavis was like an evil spirit ...

He was crazy, really crazy.

This woman was poisonous and can't be touched.

Turning indifferent, he covered the quilt angrily, huddled on the sofa and slept all night.

The next morning.

Mavis got up first.

By the the opened his eyes, Mavis had already helped him bring his breakfast from the kitchen to the table of the bedroom, being considerate.

A slight sniff from the tip of the nose revealed the aroma of fried eggs and toasted toast.

"Mr. Callahan, you woke up. Did you sleep well last night?" Mavis had already changed into her professional attire, and stood opposite the table with her head tilted to look at him.

His eyes looked sleepy. His short hair was messy, and he looked extraordinarily lazy and kind.

But his expression was not so good.

He had slept on the large soft bed for a long time. The sofa was so small that it was inconvenient to turn over. His legs were long, and he had shrunk all night.

When he woke up in the morning, he felt a little back pain. He didn't sleep well.

Mavis burst into a smile. From the look on his face, she could guess that he was holding anger in his heart.

"Mr. Callahan, you're God's favored one. You're used to sleeping on the soft bed, and it's normal that you're not used to the sofa for a while. Let's change it back tonight. It doesn't matter forto sleep on the sofa. I'm used to it." Anthony got up and his tone was not very good, "I always let you sleep on the sofa. If Timothy and Rebecca find out, they'll say | abuse you. There is no need of doing so. | am not God's favored one. Sleeping on the sofa is such a thing I'll be used to itin a few days.” He looked at Mavis' attire. She was wearing a very formal dark black business attire, a tight hip skirt which outlined her thin waist. And all her blond hair was tied into a high ponytail, which made her look extraordinarily capable.

"When did you buy this dress?" He looked serious.

Mavis lowered her head to tidy up her clothes, and turned around across the table, "How is it? Do you think it's appropriate? Yesterday | learned the interview was successful, so | took the tto go out and buy two sets of it." He looked arrogant, and there was no extra expression on his face, "It's okay. It's barely normal." With such comments from him, Mavis was already happy.

A cup of warm soy milk was handed to him. Mavis said in a serious tone, "I know you don't like bitter coffee, and like sweets, so | specially went to the kitchen to bring soy milk, which is very nourishing. After washing up, remember to have it. I'm going out first." "Stop." Anthony stopped her, "Where are you going?" Mavis felt it inexplicable, "Of course | am going to the company. It's my first day today." Anthony got up quickly, checked the ton his watch, walked to the bathroom, and said angrily, "Wait for me. | have to go out anyway. | can take you there on the way." "Ah? Won't this be too troublesome?" Mavis was a little embarrassed. "I remember you're going to the lab today? Shouldn't you be on my way...?" Getting up in the morning made him a little muddled. Anthony almost forgot about it. If he didn't go to the company, it would really not on the way.

But he had said so, and taking them back was not his style.

"Anyway, it's not tiring to drive. I'll go for a drive. Take it as to help digest breakfast.” Mavis was confused. Why did this sound weird? "Okay, then thank you Mr. Callahan." Anthony accepted her thank without a word and went to the bathroom.

She silently went to help him clean up the pillow and quilts on the sofa, folded them and put them in the closet.

Anthony only took five minutes to wash his face and five minutes to eat breakfast.

This was all because Mavis kept checking the tand was worried that she will be late for work on the first day. She did not want to leave a negative impression on others.

Anthony didn't look good and was impatient.

He quickly changed into a suit and went out with his hands on his pockets.

"Let's go. If you dare to waste my time, | will throw you on the road."