A Billion-Rich Woman Was Chased by Her EX-Husband novel Chapter 214

Chapter 214 

After leaving the tea room, Vincent didn’t rush back but wandered aimlessly through the Sawle Group. 

It seemed casual, but he had a hidden agenda. 

He hoped to catch a glimpse of that always downcast and seemingly helpless figure. 

He wasn’t exactly a good person. 

But that pitiable young girl always stirred something soft in him 

“Young Master Anderson? why are you here?” Aunt Gill coincidentally ran into him and asked with surprise. 

“Uh… uh… well…” 

Vincent looked a bit embarrassed, hesitating for a while before gathering the courage to ask softly, “Aunt Gill, where does Annie live?” 

Aunt Gill stared at him, completely puzzled. 

It was as if she couldn’t connect this man in front of her with Fourth Miss. It was like breaking through a dimensional 

barrier. 

“What are you up to? Vincent, our Fourth Miss is still very young and rarely interacts with outsiders. Don’t scare her!” Vincent furrowed his brow. “Aunt Gill, you’ve watched me and Joseph grow up since we were kids. Don’t you know what kind of person I am?” 

Aunt Gill responded by giving a thumbs-up. “When it comes to our young master, it’s this.” She gestured with her thumb pointing upwards. 

“But when it comes to women, it’s this.” She gestured with her thumb pointing downwards. 

Vincent sighed, “I appreciate your concern.” 

With some effort to portray himself as a reformed man and not the notorious playboy he used to be, Aunt Gill reluctantly agreed to take him to see Annie. 

“I’ll be waiting by the door. Please make it quick. It wouldn’t look good if someone saw us.” Aunt Gill sternly advised. Vincent couldn’t help but smile wryly. “Aunt Gill, you’re not a matchmaker, and I’m not some debaucher like ‘Ximen Qing’ You don’t need to be so worried.” 

After saying this, he confidently walked into the room and closed the door behind him. 

Aunt Gill was left momentarily stunned, and then she regained her composure, glaring with annoyance. “This rascal! Why is he swearing at people?” 

Vincent, a little perplexed by her overprotective attitude, entered Annie’s room. 

Compared to his little sister’s extravagant princess-like room, Annie’s room was rather simple. It had only the basic furnishings that came with the villa, and there were no decorations. The room seemed as spacious as an igloo. 

Vincent heard some movement from the bedroom and slowed his pace, tiptoeing closer. 

The door was slightly ajar, and he silently slipped inside. 

He saw that Annie’s slender back was sitting in front of a wide book table, and she seemed to be writing something on the sand. 

Vincent’s slender figure was sitting at the spacious desk, engrossed in writing something. 

Suddenly, his heart quivered strongly in his chest, and his pupils contracted. 

Annie pursed her cherry lips, diligently drawing on a piece of paper, and the person in the drawing was none other than him! 

“Phew… I’m done. Annie put down her pen, curved her deer-like eyes, and indulged in her artwork. 

“When do you plan to give it to me?” 

“Ahhi” 

Annie let out a sharp scream, jumping up from her chair, and just as she was about to cover the painting, it was too late. Vincent was quick with his eyes and hands, his lips curled in a sly smile as he directly snatched the painting from under her slender arm. 

“Give it back to me!” Annie’s cheeks turned rosy, reaching out her hand to snatch it back, flustered. 

For her, the man’s towering figure was like an insurmountable mountain, and in embarrassment, she directly grabbed his tie 

with one hand, while the other reached around his waist to grab the painting. 

“Cough, cough! Let go, you’re going to strangle me!” 

Vincent was nearly out of breath, but he had no choice. He had to bend down to lift Annie’s slender waist and place her on the table to alleviate some of the suffocation. 

“Give it back to me! That’s my painting!” Annie’s watery eyes glistened, not giving up. 

“I’m the one in the painting. Technically, you’ve violated my portrait rights, haven’t you?” 

Vincent met her gaze and his eyes gradually warmed. “As compensation, how about giving this painting to me, Sis of vegetable flower?” 

Annie blushed shyly, her face turning rosy. She grabbed the man’s tie tightly and struggled. 

Vincent suddenly widened his eyes, leaning forward abruptly, pressing Annie tightly beneath him. 

Their lips were just a hair’s breadth apart, about to meld into one 

The passionate moments from last night 

“Uh… it’s itchy,” 

surfaced, and he felt a surge of heat rushing to his mind. 

Annie quickly turned her face away as the man’s warm breath, carrying a hint of tobacco, tickled her. 

Her heart was pounding vigorously. 

Vincent’s mind was in a daze, the girl’s body felt incredibly soft, softer than his wildest dreams. 

He couldn’t bear to let go… 

Vincent used all his strength to suppress the unruly desire that had risen within him. 

He straightened his posture, his gaze filled with moisture, and his breath grew heavy. 

Although Annie was an adult, she appeared frail and delicate, just like someone who had a lack of prenatal nutrition. Curled up on the table, she looked pitiful. 

She buried half of her face in her knees and reached out to the man. “Give it back to me…” 

“Last night, I saved your little bear. Can you bear to give me a painting in return?” 

Vincent’s strong arm leaned on the table, and he bent toward her slightly. “I really like this painting. How about giving it to me, okay?” 

“The gift… I’ve already prepared it for you.” Annie’s voice was timid, and her fair toes hooked onto something. 

“Where is it?” Vincent’s eyes lit up. 

Ten minutes later, Vincent returned to his Ferrari. 

In his left hand, he held a cake box, and in his right hand was the rolled-up portrait. His lips kept curving upwards, as he felt a level of satisfaction he had never experienced before. 

In fact, ever since he witnessed the painting Annie gave to her grandfather at Rory’s birthday celebration, he secretly hoped that he could receive such a painting as well. 

One-of-a-kind, a painting made just for him. 

He never expected that he would actually receive it. 

The joy, the happiness, were indescribable. 

Vincent carefully put the painting away and eagerly opened the cake box. 

Inside was a simple, even somewhat unattractive, blueberry mousse cake. 

He used his fingertip to pick up a piece of cream and brought it to his lips to taste. 

Vincent frowned, chewing slowly. 

The taste… was a bit sour, wasn’t it? 

Late at night, Chloe was wearing a face mask, sitting in her study, engrossed in playing a game. She was still awake. 

In reality, she was tired a long time ago, but tonight, Jordan insisted on going out to track justin on her behalf. She was worried and couldn’t rest, so she played the game to stay alert. 

In the game’s background, there were emails from the official inviting her to join the professional league more than once, 

but she had declined every time. 

Playing the game was for fun, why link entertainment with fame and fortune? Did she need that little extra money? 

Ding — 

A message arrived, Jerome had logged in. 

1- Rose: Let’s play a game together?] 

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Jerome and her connected through voice chat, his melodious voice echoing in her study.