Chapter 88 Are You Jealous?

Not long after Anna and Charles started catching feelings for each other, she realized that since their first meet-up at the café, every word he said was like a subtle love note.

His feelings were hidden in the little, the everyday things.

He'd get jealous, but he'd also be over the moon with just a casual promise from her.

Back at Regal Retreat, Anna watched Charles cooking in the kitchen. She stood at the door and couldn't help but ask, "Have you ever cooked for anyone else?"

Charles glanced back, took a break from stirring the porridge, and walked over to hug her. "Nope. So far, you're the only one worth my cooking, Anya."

Then he gave her a quick kiss on the corner of her lips.

His eyes had that gentle smile. "Of course, in the future, there'll be someone else I'll cook for too."

Anna looked up at him. "Who?"

Charles smirked, looking into her clear eyes, and said slowly, "Our kid. When you're pregnant, I'll hand over the company's stuff to Henry and higher-ups. Then I will stay at home every day with you and our baby."

Anna's lips curved up, and she teased. "Apex Holdings Group is really in for a tough time with a boss like you."

Charles gave a light scolding sound.

He took her hand, looked at the wedding ring on her finger, and played with her fingertips. "They make at least a million bucks a year. If they don't put in some effort, how can they justify those salaries?"

At night, Charles held Anna, thinking about her odd behavior and slight worry after meeting Mandy today.

He asked casually, "Were you jealous about what happened with Mandy today?"

Anna's half-closed eyes suddenly opened at his words.

Meeting Charles' lightly smiling eyes, her heart skipped a beat. "I wasn't."

Charles' thumb brushed past the corner of her eye.

Listening to her, he just lazily curled his lips and said, "That's a pity. From your reaction tonight, I thought you had fallen for me."

Anna suddenly turned and wrapped her arms around his neck, curling up in his embrace to avoid his intense, almost piercing gaze.

At two in the morning, Charles showed up at the entrance of the first-floor hall.

He dialed Henry, and Henry answered.. 

"Did you find her?"

"Yes, sir, she is being held in the warehouse," Henry said.

Charles stepped outside. "I'm coming over now."

Half an hour later, in a desolate warehouse, Mandy, disheveled, fell to the concrete floor. Six feet away, seven men in black, each with a Tibetan mastiff, glared menacingly at her.

Mandy wanted to run, but how could she outrun so many fierce Tibetan mastiffs?

Henry stood off to the side, stone-faced, staring at Mandy without a flicker of emotion.

"Henry, we've known each other for a while. What the hell are you doing?" Mandy shouted.

Henry replied, "Because you messed with someone you shouldn't have."

Mandy didn't need to think long to figure it out. "You mean Anna?"

Henry stayed silent.

The next moment, the empty warehouse echoed with Mandy's sharp, venomous voice filled with jealousy. "What's so great about her? Why does she get to marry into the Percy family?"

"And what's so great about you? Why do you think you're special to me?" A cold, menacing voice came from the entrance.

It was colder than the wind blowing in from outside the warehouse.

In the dim light, Charles stood there in a black trench coat.

Mandy squinted, her lips twisted into a snarl, the ferocity in her eyes hardening for a moment.

Charles stopped six feet in front of her, looking down at the collapsed Mandy. "Who sent you?"

Mandy played dumb.

She looked up at the high and mighty Charles, whom she had once genuinely admired.

She had once fantasized about him as her prince charming.

But it was also he who taught her what cold-blooded and heartless meant.

"I don't understand what Mr. Percy is talking about?" She looked around and sneered. "In the middle of the night, a few big men surrounding a weak woman like me, if word gets out, won't Mr. Percy's reputation be ruined?"

"Word gets out?" Charles sneered. "You have to be alive to leave first."

Hearing this, Mandy was genuinely scared.

She involuntarily backed away. "What do you want to do?"

Charles twirled a small, sharp dagger in his palm.

The blade was exceptionally sharp.

As it spun, it reflected the warehouse's pale light, emitting a chilling gleam.

It seemed as if the next moment, the dagger could pierce someone's throat.

Seeing her fearful look, Charles sneered without emotion. "I don't want to do anything. Still the same question: who sent you?"

Remembering Michael's warning, Mandy refused to admit. "No one sent me! Charles, you know I like you. Now you're casually marrying a woman; can't I be upset and see what she looks like?"

Charles really thought that Mandy, after wandering outside for two years, had lost her mind.

It was simply stupid to the extreme.

As if he didn't want to waste any more words with her.

Charles' cold eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked Henry, "Where did you catch her?"

"At the airport, Mr. Percy," Henry said.

Mandy wanted to leave overnight, but just before boarding, Henry's people stopped her.