Semua Bab Warning: My Mommy is A Savage!: Bab 1721 - Bab 1730

Anthony turned around when he heard footsteps behind him. Upon seeing it was Charmine, his gaze softened. “Ah, you’re back. Are you tired?” “No.” Charmine walked over and saw the nicely plated dish. The sight tingled her with warmth. Beef, duck, mushroom, and noodles—all her favorites. “Get some rest,” said Anthony, “it’ll be ready soon.” Gazing at his handsome side-profile, Charmine asked, “Why did you cook?” Did she not promise him she would cook for him for three days? Anthony turned to look at her, and his expression softened. “You had a long day. Why would I want you to cook after coming home?” Meeting his sweet-tempered gaze, Charmine paused. The feeling she had at that moment felt warm and cozy. She repressed her emotions, however, and asked, her expression distant, “Is there something I can help with?” “No,” said Anthony, “you may go out and get some rest.” Charmine did not insist on the matter as she turned and walked out. She accompanied Chris and rest

Hehe! He would call for his Daddy first and let Chloe sleep for a little longer. “Daddy!” Chris sangsonged as he pushed the door open. However, all that he saw was an empty room…and Anthony was nowhere to be seen. Chris paused at the sight. Thinking Anthony was still somewhere in the house, he called out louder, “Daddy? Daddy?” The only response he got was the rooster's crow that came from the village chief’s house. Chris frowned. Had Anthony gone out so early in the morning for a run? Sighing, the boy turned to head home, intending to call Anthony. Just as he was about to leave, however, he saw a letter left on the table. Pausing, he walked toward the letter and noticed words written on the surface. [To: Charmine Jordan.] Chris’ eyes widened as a thought intruded him, and his gaze darted around the house worriedly. His tiny hands clenched on the letter as he turned to run home. “Mommy!” Charmine just got changed at that point, replying to Chris gently, “Have yo

Workers at the site quickly rushed toward Charmine upon noticing what had happened. Seeing her bloodied finger, one of them said worriedly, “President Jordan, is it severe? Can I send you to the hospital?” “It’s nothing.” Charmine narrowed her eyes, conflicted. She simply shook her finger, shaking the blood off. She did not seem to care and continued to move. Seeing how stubborn she was, the workers, though worried, gazed at her admiringly, still. Compared to those who had to rest a few days after being mildly injured, President Jordan was a great leader. One of the workers was still uneasy. After a moment of thought, he went to get plasters for her at a shop, rushing back afterward to find Charmine. She was nowhere to be seen. He halted and looked around suspiciously. Finally, he saw Charmine sitting on a large excavator, taking the vehicle by the wheel. Handsome and dashing, pride graced her delicate face. Charmine professionally handled the excavator and scooped ston

Charmine’s cold eyes stared at the screen, not once blinking, and her hand that held the remote clenched tightly. Was the urgent matter Anthony referring to was him marrying Waverly? How laughable! When Chris noticed Charmine’s expression, he blurted, “I don’t want to watch this, Mommy. I want to watch cartoon shows.” Charmine snapped out of her thoughts. Not wanting to subject Chris to watching this horrible news, she switched to a different channel…only to find that it was streaming the same news.They were all reporting about Waverly and Anthony. Charmine watched on with a cold smile on her lips. Who did he think she was? He hurt her, caressed her, and then left her! All that, and he had the audacity to share this news throughout the entire globe? Chris, seeing what Charmine saw, was rendered speechless. “Mommy, I don’t want to watch anymore,” muttered Chris. “I’ll go to sleep.” With that said, he angrily grabbed the controller and shut the television before cas

Dior turned to Charmine and commented, “This feels nice, Charmine. I find myself not thinking about that jerk when I’m busy.” Charmine smiled. “Good. Carry on, then.” This was only half of her plan. “Alright.” Dior nodded. Every stick and branch was treated like they were Harry, to which Dior lashed out on as she halved them. Jerk! Idiot! Dummy! That malignant woman got to Harry’s brain, just like that. What a fool! Dior no longer wanted to love him—she refused to love a nitwit. She cut the sticks and branches mercilessly. One slash, two slashes… Charmine and Dior cut out wood for the entire day. The feeling of letting go and focusing on something made Dior feel less horrible. After dinner… Chris was fast asleep while Charmine and Dior were in the front yard. The moon looked rather hazy that night, and the surroundings were tranquil, save for the gentle night breeze that blew. Dior brought out a few beers as they both sat opposite one another, resuming their dri