Chapter 1293

Chapter 1293

She could not focus even when she was with her children, as the Pinnacle Academy was running out

of time.

She returned to the room with countless thoughts occupying her mind.

“What can I do to change Anthony's mind? What leverage do I have..." She thought.

No matter how hard she thought, the only conclusion was that she had nothing but. herself to offer.

Her phone rang and she dazedly reached for it and though the number was not saved as one of the

contacts, she recognized the number and immediately knew that it was from Lucas.

Anne did not answer and turned her phone off. If she answered the call from Lucas and Anthony

found out about it, she would never be able to explain herself and the Pinnacle Academy's demise

would only be certain.

Lucas might have called because of Joanne's call from earlier, or perhaps he was calling with the

same intention as Joanne; either way, she could not answer the call. Whether she answered the call

or not played no role in determining the fate of the Pinnacle Academy.

“I only hope that Lucas will understand...’ She thought.

She jumped to her feet when she heard the door opening and tensed as the presence that invaded

her space.

When the slim figure slid into the bedroom, she narrowed her eyes for a moment. Done with work?”

“Yeah.” He stared at her intently as though he was trying to look into her soul.

He took off his watch and placed it on the nightstand. Anne walked over and picked the watch up. “I

will put this into the watch winder for you.” She turned and walked into the walk-in closet, before

placing the watch into the respective watch winder.

She took a deep breath in determination, and summoned the courage to walk outside. She

approached Anthony as he unbuttoned his shirt and took over. “Let me.”

Anthony did not refuse, but continued to stare at her intently.

It took every ounce of self-control for Anne to stop herself from trembling as she struggled through

each button.

As she unbuttoned the shirt, the muscles hidden underneath it were revealed and she gasped,

recalling how beast-like Anthony was in bed. Despite how nervous she felt, she asked gingerly, “Do

you..want a massage?”

She knew that a man as sharp as Anthony would immediately understand what she meant.

He tilted her face up by the chin and stared into her eyes. “So aggressive tonight, huh?”

She turned around to walk away. “Go shower, then. I will- Ah!" Before she could walk away, he

dragged her back and she bumped into his chest.

He lifted her off the ground and carried her into the bathroom.

She held onto his shoulders, her fingers trembling from fear.

They went into the bathtub and Anthony leaned back with his eyes closed while Anne gently

massaged his shoulders.

The muscles on his body were stone-hard and it took a lot of effort for Anthony to even feel

anything, so her fingers began to feel sore shortly after she had started.