Chapter 875

Chapter 875

“Just don't touch me, then,” Anne said.

He approached her like a hungry beast until his lips rested right next to her ear. “Not only am I

going to touch

you, but we are also going to share a bed every single

night from now on. Do not let me find another fresh wound on you.”

Anne remained expressionless at the threat. The worst Anthony could do was keep her in a cage,

but she no longer cared for her life. She turned to look outside the window and muttered, “Let's see

what happens, then...”

Her response and tone made his blood boil, and he tried to suppress his anger. “Anne, what good

will it do to fight me? You can’t win against me.”

Anne turned to look at him. “Just kill me. I'll appreciate it.

He tensed and narrowed his eyes dangerously; the veins on the back of his hands began to show

how hard he was holding onto the armrest. However, Anne did not seem intimidated by him, almost

as though she truly did not care if she lived or died.

Feeling his anger reaching its maximum level, Anthony

forced himself to regain his composure and leaned back against the seat. “We are spending the

night in the Royal Mansion.”

She turned to look outside the window once again. She had thought that she did not care any

longer, but her heart still sank at Anthony's commanding voice.

She was far from losing all hope, and she knew that he would not rest until she did.

“It's fine. I'm already in hell, anyway... she thought to herself.

The car arrived at the Royal Mansion, and Anthony dragged Anne out of the car. She tried to pull

away from him but could not rival his strength.

The scene of them holding hands appeared so

harmonious in the eyes of outsiders, and only Anne knew just how intolerable it felt, as though she

was being held by a hand that was full of pricks.

The triplets were overjoyed to see their mother.

“They haven't eaten and insisted on waiting for you,” Hayden said.

Anthony wrapped one arm around Anne's slim waist and took her to the dining room. “Good. Let's

eat.”

The triplets hopped their way to the dining room while Anne allowed herself to be dragged there

like a ragged doll.

She still interacted with her children but was clearly not as lively and kept losing focus until her

children tugged at her clothes to bring her back.

At night, the triplets demanded to sleep with their parents, but Anthony chased them back to their

own

room.

In the bathroom, Anthony took Anne into the shower with him, as she could not possibly shower on

her own with her hands wounded.

Anne did not resist and let Anthony do whatever he wanted. He did not do much apart from

washing them, but once they were outside, Anthony held her close on. the bed and kissed her

eagerly. “This is the price you need to pay to have me wash you.”

She shivered and was soon sweating in misery. Every touch felt like a whip on her skin, and there

was never an end to the pain.

Anthony kissed her pale face and tried his best to comfort her into accepting him. He moved gently

at first but soon

lost control.

When she thought she was reaching her limit, Anthony would drag her deep down to hell.