Chapter 1787

Chapter 1787 Stop Having Designs On Me The concept was obviously not lost on Dennis. However, with a human life standing between him and Anna, he was incapable of bridging the gap and bringing Anna happiness.

“Whatever that’s going on between us is none of your business. All I need you to do is to submit and obey whatever she says,”

Dennis asserted with a sharp glint in his eyes.

Vinson was stumped, for he—despite all his persuasion—had not expected Dennis to insist on pushing Anna over to him.

Vinson responded defiantly, “There’s no way I’m going to give in to her. I have a wife and my entire being belongs to her. Hence, no one is going to sully my devotion to her. Not even one bit.”

In truth, Vinson’s words elicited a sigh of relief from Dennis. Despite his efforts in persuading Vinson to give in to Anna’s demands, he didn’t know how he would react if Vinson ended up submitting himself to Anna.

“You should reconsider your stance and the consequences of refusing her.” Even though he had come to convince Vinson on behalf of Anna, Dennis hurriedly left after leaving the latter some food for thought.

After all, he was still reluctant to give Anna up to Vinson even if he had no future with her.

Meanwhile, Micah headed to the mansion Arielle was staying after finishing his work.

At the sight of his arrival, Arielle’s eyes narrowed.

She was dressed in a long light-blue dress with her wavy hair draped over her shoulder. Her elegant and distinguished look had managed to briefly mesmerize Micah.

Nevertheless, he wasn’t there to admire her beauty.

“What brings you here, General Micah?” Arielle inquired flatly.

“Ms. Moore, didn’t you offer to help me with my health? Why haven’t I heard from you?” Micah asked in a deep voice.

He had waited for Arielle to come forward over the past few days but lost his patience when she didn’t show up.

The reason he was desperate to improve his health was so that he could have an heir.

“I have yet to gather all the herbs I need. When it’s all ready, I’ll send someone to inform you,” Arielle plainly replied.

In order to gain a better understanding of the island and to find a way to contact the outside world, she had personally shopped for the herbs around the island.

Unfortunately, her search bore no fruit, for there were no phones or computers on the island at all.

That aside, treating Micah’s health problem was also a complex matter. She had to first prepare the herbs required for a medicinal bath for him. Subsequently, she would then treat him by using acupuncture.

Just that alone was enough to occupy her for the past few days.

“What other herbs do you need? I’ll get someone to deliver them to you,” Micah suggested with a darkening gaze.

Cognizant that he had run out of patience, Arielle nodded and listed everything she needed on a note which she subsequently handed to Micah.

In the midst of taking it from her, Micah suddenly grabbed Arielle’s hand and stared at her passionately. “Ms. Moore, will you not consider being mine? If you’re willing to do so, I’ll bestow upon you the highest authority on this island.”

Caught by surprise, Arielle retracted her hand immediately and shot him a glare. “If you still want me to help improve your health so that you can have an heir, you had better stop having designs on me.”