Eve Thompson hurriedly got out of bed, and the moment her feet touched the ground, her legs went weak, and she nearly collapsed. Thankfully, she steadied herself by holding onto the bed, took a moment to recover from her discomfort, then put on her clothes and chased after him.
She opened the door, rushed to the stairwell, and saw Anthony Charlie walking away.
His profile was sharp and distinctive, an exquisite beauty. At this moment, however, his jaw was tense, his face cold, and he was not speaking. His aura was sharp and intimidating, making it clear that he was furious.
As he walked to the entrance, about to leave, the housekeeper had no choice but to brace himself and say, "Mr. Charlie."
Anthony stopped in his tracks, turned around, and looked at the housekeeper sharply and coldly.
The housekeeper coughed, "The old madam called this morning and said that in order to foster a bond between you two, Miss Thompson should, from now on, accompany you here for one night on the first and fifteenth day of each month."
With each word the housekeeper uttered, he could feel the man's gaze becoming colder, and by the time he finished, cold sweat had formed on his forehead. He swallowed, "The old madam is not in good health, the doctor said she must be appeased, otherwise..."
Anthony understood what he meant without him having to finish. His impatience was clearer than ever, and his eyes were terrifyingly dark.
The housekeeper and servants held their breath in fear, and the room was as quiet as the calm before the storm.
After a moment, Anthony snorted coldly and glanced upstairs.
The girl was standing there, her figure looking so much like...
As soon as the thought occurred to him, Anthony looked away coldly.
His cold glance made Eve feel afraid, even though she hadn't come downstairs yet. If looks could kill, she felt like she had just been tortured a thousand times!
Then she heard him gritting his teeth and saying, word by word, "The rest of the time, don't let her appear in front of me!"
Eve was stunned by the distaste in his voice.
If he loathed her to this extent, why did he touch her last night?
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Outside, the sound of Anthony's car starting filled the air, and only then did the servants inside the house breathe a sigh of relief and gather to whisper about the gossip.
"Mr. Charlie was so terrifying just now..."
"No kidding, he's had such high standards all these years, and hardly any woman has caught his eye. Then the old madam insists on arranging a marriage to such an unattractive girl... But really, how did Miss Thompson get so lucky to be the old madam's favorite?"
"Who knows..."
Listening to the chatter downstairs, Eve subconsciously raised her hand to touch her right cheek.
It may be hard to believe, but she had only met Anthony for the first time last night, and she had never even seen the old madam, who supposedly doted on her!
She agreed to come here because relying on the Charlie family was her only opportunity.
She didn't understand why the old madam, who was particularly fond of Anthony and eager for great-grandchildren, would choose someone as unremarkable as Eve.
As she pondered, a ringtone came from behind her.
It was her phone...
Eve returned to the bedroom, picked up the phone, and saw a message from her mother, Emma Tonkin: [Eve, you haven't been exposed, have you?]
Upon reading the message, Eve subconsciously looked up at a nearby mirror.
The green birthmark on her face had faded a bit in color after one night...