The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 1074 Do You Feel Like You Haven'T Been Kissed Enough?

Chapter 1074 Do You Feel Like You Haven't Been Kissed Enough?

In an instant, Mavis' brain felt like it was electrified. She never expected Anthony to come back and kiss

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She struggled, but her slender wrist was tightly held by him.

The disparity in strength made her feel like she was about to be swallowed by Anthony's kiss.

The phone was not hung up, and Moore on the other end faintly sensed that something was wrong.

"Mavis? Is there someone next to you? What's going on? Are you in danger?"

In the receiver, the man's voice sounded very anxious.

Anthony frowned and listened carefully to Moore's words.

Not only did he not let Mavis go, he even rubbed Mavis's soft lips more forcefully, stroked her waist with

his big palm, and pinched her soft flesh on the side of her waist deliberately.

"Umm!"

It was a bit painful, and her entire waist and abdomen felt numb.

With some alluring syllables, it was transmitted into the mobile phone, which was especially fascinating.

The man on the phone fell into a long silence.

But Anthony knew that the phone call didn't end and the man was still listening.

He lifted Mavis with one hand and pressed her against the wall in the hallway, dominating her with a

passionate and overwhelming kiss. It was like an angry beast marking its territory as untouchable.

Mavis had difficulty breathing and felt as though the air around her had become thin. She also

experienced dizziness and her body became weak.

Sensing that she no longer resisted, Anthony finally ended the devouring kiss, took Mavis's phone, and

said in a cold tone, "Do you have a habit of listening to young couples' affectionate behaviors?"

The thick calluses on his palm rubbed Mavis's delicate skin, and the rough lines on his fingertips

moved...

Mavis trembled all over, her chest heaving as she bit down hard on her lower lip, refusing to make

another sound.

Anthony didn't intend to let her go, but kissed her sensitive ear, and deliberately said to the phone,

"He's listening. He seems to like to hear it. Babe, you don't want to make a sound. Is it because you

don't think you've been kissed enough?"

After the words, Anthony lowered his deep blue eyes, and pinched again with his fingertips.

"Ah, hiss..."

The sound was very clear.

Moore on the phone couldn't take it anymore, "What are you doing to Mavis? She seems to be in a lot

of pain. If you're a real man, come at me and don't hurt her!"

Anthony sneered, pinching Mavis's chin and gently caressing her reddened lips from the kiss. "She's

not suffering at all. Do I really need to explain the intimate matters between my wife and me to an

outsider like you?"

"Give the phone to Mavis. I need to talk to her..."

Beep beep beep -

Anthony hung up the phone directly, and Mavis's shackles were also loosened.

Mavis, who was freed, was ashamed and annoyed. Her face flushed with anger, "Anthony, you

bastard!"

She waved her hand, wishing to slap his handsome face a few times.

However, as soon as her wrist was swung, it was grabbed by Anthony, and it was firmly held against

the wall, unable to move.

With the advantage of his height, Anthony's aura was extremely strong, and there was sullenness in his

eyes looking down at her.

"Want to hit me again? Is it because I have been too gentle with you recently, making you feel that I

can be handled at will?"

The gloomy tone fell in Mavis's ears, and it was extraordinarily fierce.

And she was like a little bunny without any ability to resist. Even if she had worked hard to earn money

in the past few years and became a rich woman herself, she still cannot compete with the power of the

Callahan family, let alone the support of Anthony who was born into a wealthy family.

Her eyes were sore; she resisted the urge to cry, and stared at him stubbornly.

"Anthony, the worm turns. I know that no matter how hard I try, I can't compare to the ancestral wealth

earned by the Callahan family ancestors for hundreds of years. I can't compete with you, but you have

to understand that apart from my son, I am here alone. I'm not afraid of anything. You have more

weaknesses than me. If you go too far, no one will feel better about it."

As if sensing that she was really angry, Anthony didn't push her further, let go of her wrist, and took a

step back.

"Anyway, you are Mrs. Callahan, Alistair's mother, and I won't beat you. However, that man named

Moore repeatedly tried to meddle in my family affairs. Should I teach him a lesson?"

Although it was an inquiry, it was not in a tone of asking for her consent, but more like a threat.

Mavis stared at him with red eyes, and clenched her hands tightly, "He has nothing to do with these

things. Don't hurt innocent people."

"He told me not to hurt you, and you told me not to hurt him. You two really understand each other and

think about each other."

Under the calm tone, his cold eyes made people feel cold all over, as if he might do some extreme and

terrible behavior at any moment in the next second.

Mavis held back her tears, shrunk back unconsciously, and said still firmly, "If you think like this, I have

nothing to say, but I think you don't want your son to know that his father likes to use power to hurt

others the most. A bad guy."

"What do you think I'll do to Moore? Kidnap him, kill him and throw him into the ocean?"

Anthony smiled, "He is far away abroad, so I wouldn't stretch my hand that far. However, I recently

investigated his family situation. I heard that his parents are working-class, and there is an elder sister

who works as an accountant in a listed group. I don't know whether there will be any mistakes in the

work and if she does something illegal and disciplined. It is worth investigating."

"His parents and sister are honest and responsible people. Don't implicate them!"

Anthony's eyes dimmed a little, "It seems that you have even met his family. What are you going to do

next? Use your new account in Bostrain to discuss marriage matters?"

Mavis was speechless and thought that was outrageous.

His imagination was really...

Mavis simply didn't know how to complain.

"If their family is really honest and responsible, they shouldn't be afraid to be investigated. It's not your

turn to worry."

With a cold glance at her, Anthony turned and left.

Mavis continued to ask, "How are you going to let Moore and his family go?"

Anthony stopped, turned his head halfway, and said meaningfully, "That depends on your

performance."

Mavis was so angry that she slammed the wall behind her a few times.

When will this damn scumbag disappear from her world forever?!

Why did she think that love was everything back then? Why did she follow him to Crana and pursue

him for five years, and fall in love with such a man?!

...

Ten minutes later, after trying to stabilize her emotions, Mavis returned to the garden and continued the

small barbecue party.

And when she went back, Anthony had already continued to eat barbecue as if nothing had happened,

chatting and laughing with Molly, completely treating her as air.

Her gaze didn't stay on Anthony either. She cherished the little time left tonight and spent more time

with her son.

About an hour later.

Night fell.

The evening barbecue dinner was finally over.

Both Lyra and Malcolm were in charge of the housework, and Molly acted as a hostess, taking the

initiative to send Mavis, Anthony and Alistair to the garage.

"Mavis, Anthony and milk tofu, be careful on the road. Come and play next time."

She waved and watched the three get into the luxury car and drive away from Lyre Spiti.

In front of her, Anthony didn't say anything, and acquiesced that Mavis got into the car with Alistair.

After several kilometers out of Lyre Spiti, Anthony ordered the driver to park the luxury car casually on

the side of the road, and lightly ordered, "Get out of the car."

Mavis understood who he was chasing, and didn't say much, "Thank you, Mr. Callahan, for sending me

here."

"Mommy!"

Alistair sat in the backseat between Mavis and Anthony, quickly grabbing onto Mavis's leg to prevent

her from opening the car door.

"We're not home yet, and we still have a ways to go before we reach the apartment. Why do you want

to get out now?"

Although he was just a little kid, Alistair knew these roads well. He pouted and begged Mavis not to

leave him alone. "Please don't go, Mommy! I want to sleep with you tonight and hear a bedtime story."

Mavis was taken aback by her son's sincere plea and didn't know how to explain herself. She looked

over at Anthony for help.