Chapter 105 A Call From The Child
Anderson stared at her.
"That's all?"
"Of course! Why do you think?"
"Nothing."
His eyes were complicated. Obviously, there was something on his mind. Clarissa clenched her fingers secretly, feeling a little flustered in heart for no reason.
But she had always been good at disguising. After looking away, she quickly calmed down without showing a trace of panic on her face
"Have you found anything?"
"Yeah."
Speaking of this, Clarissa didn't hide anything from him, and took out the picture that Mark gave her.
"Someone tampered with my mother's car and cut the brake pad. I suspect that this was why she had a car accident."
Anderson's eyes glinted.
His eyes looked somewhat cold-blooded.
"Do you need my help?"
"No!"
Clarissa replied very simply, "I want to take revenge for my mother on my own. I don't want anyone else to help me."
Her mother had always been the one she loved the most in this world. Five years ago, she was still young. When her mother died, she was at a loss and could only suspect others, and she couldn't do anything about it.
But things had become different. She had become capable, and she must find the murderer by herself!
She would never let that person go!
Anderson looked at her, and nodded after a moment.
He reached to touched her head and said softly, "Okay. If you need any help, you must tell me."
Clarissa nodded.
Since the misunderstanding had been rectified, they still needed to have dinner.
But Clarissa was a little embarrassed when she went down.
Anderson pursed his lips and smiled, not saying anything. Pattie was very happy to see that they had made it up so quickly. She reheated the dishes again and brought them to the table.
After dinner, Anderson went to take a bath, while Clarissa lay on the bed in a daze.
She was still thinking about Anderson's words.
Gabriela was actually the adopted daughter of the Levine family?
She had never heard of this.
Then she thought of his daughter. That child should be very young, but how about her mother? Where was she?
Was she Anderson's ex-girlfriend? Or…
Did he have an one-night stand with a woman and then had this child?
Thinking of this, Clarissa felt so disgusted.
Although she was still a little uncomfortable in heart, she knew that everyone had their own love stories, so did Anderson and her.
So she didn't need to think too much about it.
It was late at night, and Clarissa couldn't help but yawn.
At this moment, Anderson's cell phone rang suddenly.
His mobile phone was on the bedside table. He didn't bring it into the bathroom.
Clarissa sat on the bed and could see the caller ID on the screen at a glance.
There was a simple word on the screen.
Babe.
Clarissa's eyebrows throbbed.
Babe? Was it... his daughter?
She glanced at the direction of the bathroom. Anderson had just entered the bathroom, and it should take a while before he came out.
She was hesitating if she should give the phone to him.
The phone was suddenly hung up.
Looking at the dark screen, she thought for a while and wanted to go back to sleep.
However, after a few seconds, the phone rang again.
It was still the same number.
She hesitated for a moment, and felt that there might be something wrong because the child kept calling him.
So she picked up the phone and walked to the bathroom.
Clarissa knocked on the door, "Anderson, you're wanted on the phone."
She could only hear the sound of running water, and no one replied to her.
Clarissa knocked a few more times, but Anderson did not hear it because the sound of the water was too big.
She had no choice but to go back, wanting to tell him when he came out.
Unexpectedly, when she put down the phone, she pressed the answer button by accident and the call was connected.
Clarissa was startled.
What the hell!
Immediately after she questioned Anderson, she answered his phone. Would Anderson misunderstand her and think that she didn't trust him?
That would make her so amoral!
But at this time, it was too late to hang up the phone.
Even if she hung up, there would be a call record and Anderson would know that.
Clarissa was so anxious that she almost cried.
"Hello? Why don't you speak?"
A childish and cute voice came from the phone.
Clarissa was stunned.
It was really a child?
The child didn't hear any sounds on the phone and then said again, "Hello? Daddy, why don't you talk to me? Are you angry again? I took medicine obediently today! Why are you still angry? If you are still angry, I will not take medicine again."
Clarissa panicked, not knowing whether to tell Anderson or just hang up.
"Huh, bad daddy! If you ignore me, I'll never talk to you again!"
As she said this, she suddenly hung up the phone.
Clarissa stood there blankly, holding the phone helplessly with a dazed expression.
After a long while, she reacted.
Oh... What should she do?
She seemed to have answered the phone by accident and caused a big misunderstanding!
At this moment, the bathroom door creaked lightly and Anderson came out in a towel.
Although it was in late winter, it was not cold in the room because the heat was on.
He didn't wear any clothes, and his strong body was well-built. He wrapped a large white bath towel with gold hems around his waist, and barely covered his lower body.
He was holding a towel and wiping his wet short hair. The water drops slid down his abdominal muscles along the chest muscles and disappeared at the edge of the bath towel, which made him looking so sexy.
Clarissa didn't know if it was her illusion. When Anderson came out, she felt suddenly that the bedroom became so narrow.
The room was about one hundred square metres in area. But when he stood there, his dominating aura seemed to have filled the whole room, which made Clarissa felt oppressed for no reason.
Clarissa glanced at him, and then looked away with her face blushed.
It was not because she didn't want to look at him. But he looked so sexy and attractive that she was afraid that she won't be able to control herself.
Anderson had been observing her reaction. Seeing that she flushed to the ears and even looked away deliberately, he smiled.
He untied the bath towel and started to put on his pajamas there.
Although Clarissa had looked away, she glanced at his body from the corner of her eye.
Her face suddenly became redder.
She complained, "Can't you go to the bathroom to change your clothes? I... am still here! Don't be so shameless."
Anderson raised his eyebrows.
"Mrs. Jordan, we are husband and wife."
Clarissa was speechless.
She bit her lip. After a while, she muttered in a low voice, "We are not real couples. Anyway, we will get divorced sooner or later!"
Although her voice was very low, Anderson still heard her.
His movements paused and his eyes turned cold.
The next second, he quickly put on his shirt and walked to her.
"What did you say?"
"What? Nothing?"
Clarissa looked at him with a pair of innocent eyes, pretending to be confused.
"Ha!"
Anderson sneered. He leaned over, held her chin, and said word by word, "You want to divorce me? Don't think about it! You'd better give up this idea as soon as possible. Since you have become my wife, you can't change your mind, and you can never divorce me!"
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