The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 1083 You Broke the Contract First

Chapter 1083 You Broke the Contract First

The man's slender finger bones were restless, rubbing his way down from her lower back...

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Mavis woke up.

She seized the gap between the kisses and bit the man's lower lip hard.

"Hiss..."

Anthony grunted and finally stopped moving.

Mavis was like a dehydrated fish, gasping for breath and staring at him warily. "You can't, absolutely

can't force me, otherwise I will hate you forever!"

Anthony leaned on top of her, didn't touch her any further, but licked his stinging lower lip, tasting a faint

smell of blood.

The corners of his lips were broken, but he was not angry, and licked his teeth with the tip of his

tongue, as if he still had something to say.

Mavis was terrified, with a thin layer of mist in her eyes. She stubbornly bit her lip and stared at him

with an animal-like gaze, constantly on guard against his movements.

"Has Moore kissed you?"

Mavis was taken aback and still panting heavily, unable to speak.

Anthony continued to ask persistently, "Why don't you answer every time? What are you really

avoiding?"

She kept her eyes closed, with long eyelashes trembling lightly, holding back the inexplicable sourness

at the corners of her eyes.

Anthony forcefully turned her face to face him, forcing her to meet his gaze. His tone was serious as he

threatened, "Your performance will determine how I deal with Moore. Are you sure you don't want to

answer?"

"I'll answer." Her trembling lips moved slightly. "I've never been kissed by him before."

"Really?" Anthony raised his eyebrows.

"Believe it or not."

"You are very good at lying now. Faced with so many cameras from the media reporters, you can come

up with lies easily. Of course, I have to confirm the truthfulness of your words."

Mavis was angry but had no way to deal with him. After all, Moore was still in his hands and she didn't

know what to do.

"How do you want me to prove that it's true?"

"You swear on our son that from this moment on, not a single word will be a lie."

Mavis gave him a fierce glare.

How could he make her swear on their son? He was truly malicious.

As if understanding the accusation in her eyes, Anthony explained, "I know that Alistair is the most

important person to you in this world, so you swore by him and what you say is trustworthy. As long as

you speak the truth, there's no need to worry about implicating Alistair."

Mavis compromised, "Okay, I swear..."

The man pursed his lips and asked the same question, "Has he kissed you before?"

"No."

"Have you slept?"

"No."

"Have you ever held hands? Have you ever accepted a confession from him?"

"No, we've never done those things. Moore never confessed to me. We usually get along in work, and

occasionally when we have a break, he would take me to his mother's home for a meal. Because he

knew that I left my hometown and went to Bostrain alone, his mother took good care of me. That's all."

She finished speaking in one breath and saw a hint of meaning on Anthony's face.

In the dimly lit room, Anthony's lips curved into a dangerous smile as he asked, "But I just asked him

and he admitted to liking you a lot. What about you? Do you like him?"

"I don't like him, and I don't know his feelings. He has never spoken to me face-to-face."

Anthony raised his eyebrows, and his tense expression visibly relaxed, causing the hostility emanating

from him to dissipate somewhat.

Mavis looked at his changing expression and understood, "Anthony, you forcefully kissed me several

times and intentionally got information from Moore to find out the truth about me. Could it be that..."

Jealous?

It was really strange.

Anthony moved away from above her, sat on the edge of the bed, said without guilt, "As long as the

marriage relationship exists, you are my legal spouse. If anyone dares to touch my woman during this

period, I will make him suffer."

Mavis was speechless.

For some reason, his explanation made Mavis breathe a sigh of relief, but she also felt slightly uneasy.

Why did she think he was jealous just now? He didn't even like her. How could he possibly be jealous?

The man who was always domineering and unreasonable, this was damn OCD.

For the things that he had touched, if they were touched by other men, he will feel disgusted and even

extreme to the point of wanting to destroy unclean things.

No wonder when he kissed her just now, he was so fierce that he wanted to eat her.

It was okay. Just consider it as being bitten by a dog.

She raised her hand and wiped her slightly swollen lips. "Now that you know there is nothing going on

between me and Moore, can you let him go?"

Anthony gave her a foolish look and said, "He told me himself that he likes you. Men like him might

develop hatred towards you if they can't have what they want, which could be dangerous for you. I'll

take care of this risky situation for you."

"Take care of it? How do you want to take care of it?"

"This is my business, mind your own."

He straightened his suit, wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his lips that had been bitten,

and stood up to leave.

"Anthony!"

Mavis quickly got up from the bed and went to pull his arm, softening her tone: "No matter what, Moore

is still my friend."

"Yes, my wife's friend, so I will treat him well," he said with a smirk on his lips and a devilishly

handsome face.

Mavis always felt that his expression was full of threats, as if he wanted to slaughter Moore like a lamb.

Seeing that he was about to leave, she hurriedly followed his footsteps anxiously.

The room door opened and Kane was still standing outside.

Seeing Anthony coming out, Kane immediately reported, "Mr. Callahan, that rival of yours is clamoring

to see Mrs. Callahan, but we refused, so he knocked his head on the wall..."

Mavis heard everything clearly and immediately grabbed Anthony's suit hem. "He must be worried

about me getting into trouble. Let me see him. What if something really happens?"

Anthony remained unmoved. "He's a grown man. If he's always seeking death, it's too shameful.

Besides, even if he really dies in an accident, it would be considered suicide and has nothing to do with

me."

"Anthony, I don't understand you at all! What do you want? Why are you still targeting him?" Mavis was

getting frustrated.

Anthony remained calm as ever and lifted his finger to stroke her still slightly swollen lips gently. "Today

was the agreed-upon time but you broke the appointment first. Don't bring up divorce again and I'll

consider giving him to you."

She broke the appointment first? That unreasonable jerk!

"I arrived at Callahan Residence on time at 2 pm today but you didn't show up, and it was also you who

didn't keep the agreement."

Anthony sneered. "Do you know how many media outlets are waiting outside for any dirt on the

Callahan family? If they catch photos of you alone with Moore regardless of what actually happened

between both of you, they will label it as cheating and my reputation will be ruined along with yours."

Mavis fell silent.

"In any case," Anthony continued logically, "Moore is your friend so since he came here because of

you, then this account should naturally fall on your head."

Mavis had no words left for his logic so she could only negotiate terms, "Divorce is inevitable but if

you're too busy during this period, then I can wait until after things settle down before we renegotiate

our divorce agreement."

"Okay," Anthony replied lightly before turning his gaze away towards the aisle.

Mavis silently followed behind him before speaking up again, "... What about Moore? Can I have him

now? I promise not to let him appear in any cameras or get caught by media attention."