Chapter 174 Are You Having Impure Thoughts?
Anna leaned in closer to Charlie's ear and whispered something. Charlie immediately lit up with joy.
"Okay! That's great! I can see you every day!"
"Mhmm," Anna smiled gently, planted a kiss on his forehead and stood up. "Now, go and have your meal."
"No, I'm a big boy. I'll help you pack." The little guy happily said and pulled Anna upstairs.
"Daddy, Daddy, Anna is back to pack her things. Come and help Anna."
Anna just wanted to quietly gather her belongings and leave. Why couldn't this little guy just cooperate with her?
She quickly covered his small mouth, wanting to say something, but Giorgio's tall and imposing figure had already walked out of the study.
Dressed in black, with a chilling aura, he was still as unapproachable as ever.
She felt awkward, "There's not much to pack. I don't need any help."
Giorgio's cold and penetrating gaze fell on her, "Don't assume things. I'll go to my room and get your things."
Having said that, he walked past her, their shoulders brushing briefly.
He seemed distant and aristocratic, as always, and his presence appeared tinged with and unfamiliar aloofness, as if they were merely strangers.
Anna's heart tightened, not knowing why it pained her, but then she felt relieved.
To him, she was merely a temporary substitute for Katherine, in his eyes, perhaps nothing more than an intriguing diversion, once she disappoints him, he will easily discard her.
Besides, he was Katherine's husband, the one who forced her to apologize to Edith at the banquet, intensifying her resentment. Why should she care?
Sorting out her thoughts, Anna walked into the room, holding Charlie's hand and began packing her things.
Most of the things here belonged to Katherine, she only needed to take a few things with her, and within less than ten minutes, she finished packing. Including a set of clean and tidy bedsheets.
"Mr. Vittorio, I'm taking these bedsheets with me. Later, I will discreetly take photos for reference. If Mr. Vittorio has the time, please cooperate and take photos with the same bedsheets at home."
Her plan was quite clever.
Giorgio responded with a cold snort and ignored her.
Charlie, being cleverer, understood what she meant and suggested, "Anna, I think it would be better to take some photos together, as a reference for later. Otherwise, if you don't appear together for a long time, it's easy to expose the deception."
It sounded reasonable?
And to avoid the need to take photos together in the future, Anna quickly and decisively said, "I think that would be a good idea. Mr. Vittorio, can you cooperate now?"
Worried about any misunderstanding, she added: "It's a one-time thing, and we’ll never meet again. I believe Mr. Vittorio doesn't want to see me again either, right?"
Giorgio's grip on the pen tightened.
Never to meet again? He raised an eyebrow and coldly looked at her.
"Did you not say to Simon before that you wanted to meet as soon as possible? Miss Stefanelli seems to have clearly separated love and distance."
She didn't say that to Simon, but Simon was her boyfriend, even if she did say it, what was the problem? He had no right to be sarcastic.
Judging from his attitude, he didn't want to cooperate in taking photos. She said, "Since Mr. Vittorio doesn't have time, then I'll leave."
She reached for her small suitcase, preparing to leave.
Giorgio's gaze darkened: "I allow you to leave? Rather than you not wanting to meet me, I don't want you to appear in my world anymore."
The tension between the two was palpable, like a tightly stretched guitar string that could break at any moment!
Charlie furrowed his brows and silently watched them silently, unable to comprehend. He clearly felt that Daddy didn't dislike Anna, and Anna didn't dislike Daddy, so why was the situation like this?
He quietly left the room, closing the door behind him.
The air grew even quieter, to the point that if a needle dropped to the ground at this moment, it would definitely be heard.
For a full minute, Anna felt that she shouldn't argue with a man like Giorgio. Taking a deep breath, she spoke up, "Let's take the photos, Mr. Vittorio, however you like."
"Do your thing."
She opened her phone's camera and walked over to him very professionally. She stood behind him, facing away from him, and took pictures with a "click, click, click."
After taking the shots, as she was about to change positions, she suddenly realized, "No, we can only take one set of photos with each outfit. I'll go change, and you should too."
Giorgio looked at her as she quickly ran into the changing room, his expression colder than ice. So, she wanted to take pictures? Then let her take them properly!
He walked over and casually picked up a set of pajamas, saying, "Change into pajamas."
Wearing pajamas at home was a normal thing to do and could demonstrate the intimacy between the two.
However, Katherine's pajamas were all thin straps, revealing and seductive. Anna wanted to decline, but in the blink of an eye, the man had already effortlessly changed into a black silk robe, his cold and noble face showing no emotions.
If she were to refuse, it might come across as affected and overly prudish. Reluctantly, she had no choice but to hide behind the curtain and change into the pajamas. They were both wearing black pajamas, but when worn on a petite woman like Anna, it highlighted her fair, well-proportioned body.
Although it wasn't too revealing, because it was so beautiful, every inch of her neck, collarbone, and thighs seemed to exude a captivating allure, stirring sinful desires.
Giorgio's gaze became even deeper, and he said, "I'll lie down on the bed, and you can lie on my chest to take the photos."
"No, we can just sit side by side," Anna firmly rejected.
Giorgio stared at her blushing and resistant face, and his desire to punish her for playing around became even more apparent. "What's the matter? You willingly went along with me initially, but now you hesitate at the smallest action. People who don't know better would think you had impure thoughts."
A person with pure intentions wouldn't mind, much like actors performing an intimate scene.
Anna's face twitched, and her long, fluttering eyelashes stirred. "Who... who said I had impure thoughts? Let's just take the pictures!" She walked out angrily and stood by the bed, saying to him, "Lie down."
Giorgio coldly chuckled and walked over, lying down. With the collar slightly undone, as he lay down, it naturally spread open, revealing his well-defined chest muscles.
Anna pressed her lips together, clenched her hands, and told herself firmly. It's just taking pictures. No emotions or discomfort towards this bastard.
Determined, she flipped over directly, rested her head on his chest, and took out her phone to start taking photos.
Her face was fairly photogenic, not to mention Giorgio, who was flawless from every angle. Every shot she took was a beautiful picture. In less than five minutes, she had captured dozens of pictures on her phone.
"Alright, we'll definitely find some good photos. We have 15 days, and two sets of pictures should be enough," Anna said, getting up to leave.
"Ah!" The next moment, her scalp tingled as her head was pulled back.
It appeared her hair was caught in his button! Why was she so unlucky and in such a dramatic situation!
Anna wanted to cry but had no tears. In an embarrassing situation, she said, "Wait, I'll fix it right away." However, untangling her hair from the button was not an easy thing to fix. And the more flustered she became, the harder it got.
She struggled for a whole five minutes but couldn't untangle it.
Giorgio felt her head rubbing against his chest, her silky long hair brushing past like a cat's tail, and his gaze darkened. "Is this intentional? Hmm?"
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