Powerful Papa with Triplet Babies
Powerful Papa With Triplet Babies Chapter 132

Chapter 132 Anne looked at him, and even though her pupils trembled, she did not move. “Did youdrink too much?”

It was true that Anthony drank too much, but he did not appear to be drunk like others. He stilllooked regal and elegant.

Anne's gaze fell on Anthony's wet thin lips.

Leaning over, she gently touched and rubbed against it.

Anthony had not reacted, which was the best response she could get,

She was expecting to be pushed away.

Anne kissed him for a while until she was short of breath. She pressed her lips against the corner ofhis lips and asked, “I have made you a promise. Can you let her go? I have always listened to you,but can you forgive me this time?”

Anthony pinched her chin. “Are you sure this is the only time?”

“The previous ones don't count...” Anne pouted and whispered to him.

Anthony stared at her slightly squeamish face with dark eyes. His eyes darkened, and he raised hishand. Oliver immediately ended the performance on stage.

Lucia cried and shrank to the side.

If Anthony gave the order any later, she would be completely naked on stage. Anne felt relievedwhen she heard that the noise on stage had subsided and asked, “Are you still drinking? Or should Iaccompany you back?”

Anthony narrowed his black eyes slightly and said in a hoarse voice, "You guys have fun.”

He stood up.

Anne hurriedly followed. Before leaving the box, she looked at Lucia on the stage. At least she wassafe.

After Anne got into the car, Anthony did not pay any attention to her, slumped in the back seat, andleaned back with his eyes closed, probably asleep.

The dim light in the car fell on his face. Anne knew that he was drunk, but he did not seem so. Thosewho did not know him probably thought he was just asleep. More than half an hour later, whenAnne was about to fall asleep, the car entered The Curve and stopped in front of the Royal Mansion,Anne got out of the car and turned around. Anthony was still leaning against the seat.

He had not moved since he got in the car,

Just when Anne was thinking about what to do, he moved.

He got up and stood up straight.

When passing by Anne, he glanced at her with drunken black eyes.

His long legs moved sluggishly.

He was in a worse state than when he left the bar.

She followed him into the hall.

Hayden came over. “Mr. Marwood, you're back.”

Anne asked, “Is there any way to cure his hangover?”

“I'll go get some tea right away.” Hayden turned around and went away.

Anne stepped forward. “Shall I take you to your room? I'll let someone bring it to you later.”

She helped Anthony into the room.

Anthony fell directly on the bed.

Anne squatted down, took off his shoes, and put his legs on the bed.

She got up and looked at Anthony with his eyes closed. Even if he was asleep, he was stilldangerous. She could not let her guard down.

She had just turned around when

“Had I given you permission to leave?”

Anne was stunned for a moment, turned her head, and met Anthony's unfathomable fierce blackeyes as if him being drunk was just an act.

“I'll go get a hot towel,” Anne said. Seeing that Anthony did not respond, she went to the bathroomand came out not long after.

She placed the warm towel on his face and wiped it gently.

Anthony remained still, his black eyes staring at her for a moment.

This made Anne very uncertain of herself, and she was more careful when wiping it for fear ofoffending him.

Anthony clasped her wrist suddenly.d Anne was so frightened her heart almost jumped out.“What... how... ah!” Anne had not finished her words, and she was thrown on the bed in a whirl: Herbody went numb when she saw his black eyes. “Don't... I don't want to!"