Warning: My Mommy is A Savage
chapter 1558

Chapter 1558

Charmine even admitted her relationship with Maurice!?

Heh.

There he was, ironically worried about her losing her sleep. Anthony even tossed his work aside just to keep her company. 2

Still outside the villa, he looked around as a self-deprecating smile made its way to his face.

Since when had he been at this low point in his life? Only Charmine could do this to him.

Meanwhile, when the police found out that there was no illegal substance, they became embarrassed.

They still had to finish what was protocol before rushing out to leave.

When the door opened, Anthony stayed out of sight but glimpsed through the door gap.

He found out that Maurice was lying on the sofa, seemingly...ill?

It was just one quick look, and the door closed.

Anthony stared at the shut door, his anger abruptly dissipating.

Was Maurice ill? Did that mean Charmine did not do anything intimate with him?

Charmine went to sit on the sofa and frowned.

Illegal substances? Only Anthony would do something this childish. 1

He was already so intimate with Waverly but could not accept her being with Maurice?

Her old self would have been excited with this, but at this point, she could not bother to care anymore.

Charmine walked into the kitchen to make soup. Even after she finished,

Charmine did not leave.

She stayed in the living room, looking after Maurice while she designed the ring.

Anthony's darkened eyes were fixed on this lit-up villa.

He thought of how much she cared about Maurice. His heart sank as he then phoned someone to send him alcohol. Following that, he sat on the porch in his suit. His eyes were dull, and he looked wasted and lonely as he started drinking. He drank from late night till the sky turned brighter.

His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at the door that did not open.

Charmine did not come out the entire night.

Had she been taking care of Maurice all night?

Anthony's eyes were glazed with thin ice. He smiled a lonely smile and arched his head to drink the alcohol, gulp after gulp. Inside the room...

Charmine forced herself not to think of anything. No matter who did it, she had to clear her mind to come up with a design.

However, just like last night, her emotions were convoluted and her head, empty.

She sat there for a night and drew nothing. As the sky turned bright, she guessed that Maurice would wake up soon, so she went into the kitchen to heat the soup.

After heating it up, she noticed that the man on the sofa began to move and parted his eyelids.

Charmine walked up to him and asked, "Are you awake, Mo?"

Maurice looked at Charmine standing before him, still in a blur. It took him a while to recall what had happened.

He looked at her and asked gently, "Did you take care of me, Gem?" "Yeah." Charmine helped him to sit up and said, "Mo, are you hungry? I heated some soup. Would you like to eat?" Maurice could smell the fragrance, and his gentle eyes had a look of surprise. "Did you make it?" "Yes."

Noticing that he did seem hungry, Charmine went in to scoop him a bowl and placed it on the table.

"Have some."

Maurice looked at the soup and was touched at the thought that Charmine had made it for him, even though he hated soup. He found them bland and worse than water. However, he somehow felt that this soup would taste delicious.

His appetite suddenly surfaced as he then took the bowl and started slurping.

Charmine saw that he was eating, and she let out a sigh of relief. Within minutes, he had cleared up the bowl entirely.