Anne was no opponent to Anthony, and she finally gave in.
That night, her world was turned upside down.
She lost her soul and endured Anthony's blizzard-like attack.
When she woke up, the sun was already out, and it was so bright that it hurt her eyes. Beads of tears rolled down her cheeks.
She got out of bed and went to the bathroom.
When she was washing herself up, she knocked on the glass next to her.
The glass fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
Anne squatted down, and picked up the pieces, then looked at them blankly.
The bathroom door opened, and Anthony came in.
He saw Anne, who was holding the shattered pieces and looking blankly into them. He strode over, took the shards away from her hand, and tossed them to the floor. "The servants will clean this up. You are hungry, aren't you? The breakfast is ready."
Anne was brought downstairs by Anthony.
The breakfast was untouched, as though he had been waiting for her.
However, it was already past eleven
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