Chapter 698

[Didn’t you want to make it up to me? House 6, 33-2, Marilyn’s Park. Waiting for you.] Charmine turned off her phone, encrypted it, and laid back on the sofa. She continued drinking wine from the bottle. Right, she decided at last—she had to cut it off with Anthony. She should not hang to it, lest they would both suffer even more. They had to cut it off so Anthony could take better care of Annabel. Anthony would not easily let her go, not unless she was with another man. For that, Alexander was the most suitable candidate. Charmine even thought of what to say, and she would tell Anthony as so... ‘I’ve thought it through. You and Annabel are the perfect match, and I can accept Alexander. I’ve spent many nights dreaming of how he possessed me. He satisfied me, he fits me perfectly. He’s a nice person. ‘President Bailey, let’s break up. I like Alexander’s face; I like his body.’ If she said such vulgar things to Anthony after sleeping with Alexander, a noble man like An