Eve Thompson swallowed nervously, unsure of how to react. She didn't know how to calm his anger.
She knew she had gone too far today.
The nonsense she had said to Lana Thompson had surely made him believe she was a show-off, making him disdain her even more.
She gave a bitter smile and made up her mind. She stood up from the ground, patted the dust off her clothes, and said, "Mr. Charlie, if you really can't stand it, just... just hit me!"
There's nothing that can't be solved by a beating.
If that doesn't work, then two beatings!
After Eve said this, she stood still, "Don't worry, I won't dodge or fight back!"
The girl stood in front of him like a brave martyr. Anthony was looking at her face, his jaw tightly clenched.
For some reason, her birthmark seemed fainter at this moment, her face gradually overlapping with the little girl in his memory...
He suddenly shook his head.
How could he have such thoughts again?!
