Powerful Papa With Triplet Babies Chapter 133

Chapter 133

Anthony held her face and looked at her. “What do you want to do?”

"Ah?" Anne was taken aback by the question. She thought he was the one who wanted to do

something. “I... don’t want to do anything.”

“Then why are you here?!

"...1 sent you home.” That sounded illogical.

Anthony was a dangerous man, and he had bodyguards to keep strangers away from him. Why

would he need her to send him home?

Was Anthony asking such a strange question because he was drunk?

A knock on the door broke the silence in the air.

“It's tea for your hangover. I'll get it.” Anne pushed the sturdy arm that was supporting her

away.

A second later, Anthony rolled over and let go

The weight on her body was gone, and Anne breathed a sigh of relief.

She hastily got up from the bed and went to open the door.

Hayden gave Anne some tea, expecting her to give it to Anthony herself.

Anne could not refuse and took it with both hands.

of her.

Hayden closed the door.

Anne carried it into the bedroom, and Anthony was standing beside the bed, unbuttoning his shirt.

“Drink it."

Anthony glanced at her and said, “I never drink tea to cure hangovers.”

Anne wondered why he did not tell her that when she told Hayden to make some tea. She

supposed he just liked to see her waste her time.

Anthony had no compassion, that was for sure.

“Then...” Anne wanted to return it to Hayden.

“Give it to me.”

Anne was surprised and handed him the cup of tea.

Anthony turned around, took the tea, and started drinking.

The black shirt on his body had been completely unbuttoned, revealing his strong body. His chest

muscles and abs were huge.

Anne turned her eyes away.

After Anthony finished drinking, she took the cup and was about to leave.

“Follow me.” Anthony went to the bathroom.

Anne stood there with an empty cup in her hand, not knowing what to do. What was Anthony going

to do?

She had already said she did not want to make out with him! She was on her period!

She now hoped that Anthony had remained drunk instead of sobering up. “How long are you

making wait for you?” The low and intimidating voice from the bathroom brought her back to her

senses. “Coming!” Putting down the cup, Anne bravely entered the bathroom. Pushing open the

door, she was a little stunned when she saw a man with closed eyes lying in the bathtub.

“Massage me."

“Oh.” Anne walked over, stood behind Anthony, and put both hands on his broad shoulders.

She felt the firm muscles and the warm skin on her fingertips. His skin was surprisingly soft.

"Why are you so weak? Didn't you have breakfast?” Anthony asked.

Anne tried her best to exert force on Anthony's shoulders.

Anthony's expression remained unchanged. Anne could not exert herself for a very long time, and

she was feeling the strength in her fingers failing already.