Chapter 338 Mr. Vittorio Is Not Pleased.
For some reason, whenever Giorgio thought of the intimate moments between Anna and Giuseppe, he became infuriated.
But five minutes passed, six minutes passed, eight minutes passed, ten minutes passed.
There was no movement outside!
No reply to the text messages either!
Annoyed, he put down his phone and walked toward the door.
"Daddy, where are you going?" Charlie was woken up by him and sat up.
Giorgio hesitated for a moment before stating, "To catch a stray cat," then swiftly exited.
The courtyard cloaked in darkness, the streetlights offering feeble illumination amid the dense foliage. Leaves rustled in the wind, accompanied by the eerie croaks of frogs from the nearby pond. It was a deep and unsettling atmosphere.
The man in the bathrobe strode northward.
Meanwhile, a servant on patrol scanned the area. As he turned his head, he was startled to spot a white figure ahead. Stumbling back, he exclaimed, "Ah! A ghost!"
His voice rang out loudly.
Frowning with growing annoyance, Giorgio demanded, "Where is this ghost? Show it to me."
Huh! This voice was Mr. Vittorio!
The servant on patrol actually mistook the high and mighty Mr. Vittorio for a ghost! This was scarier than encountering a real ghost! "Sorry, Mr. Vittorio, it's mainly because it's late at night and you are wearing a bathrobe, I didn't see clearly. Do you have anything urgent, Mr. Vittorio? Do you need my help? I will do it seriously!"
"Go away." Giorgio was too lazy to listen to flattery and had no mood to deal with him. He continued walking forward with his dignified pace.
However, when he reached a pavilion, he paused and his face darkened.
What was he doing?
Going out in a bathrobe and slippers in the middle of the night, he has never been so out of control!
Damn it!
What qualifications does that woman have to make him so miserable, still rolling around in Giuseppe's arms?
He wanted her to come crawling over by herself!
He took out his phone and dialed Little Tony's number.
"Giuseppe seems quite free lately, get him out of the way. Then, tell Anna that Charlie is sick. If she doesn't come, she will never see Charlie again," Giorgio instructed.
Little Tony, who received the call in the middle of the night, looked confused. He wondered what was going on. Was Charlie actually sick?
He swiftly replied, "Okay, I'll do it right away." As a leader, he always finished tasks in the fastest time possible, and he also made a perfect phone call to Tom.
After receiving the phone call from the North Court, Anna rushed to Giorgio's private villa five minutes later.
Seeing the man standing in the yard, wearing a white bathrobe with a dignified and cold expression, she instinctively thought Charlie's condition was very serious. "Where's Charlie? How is Charlie? He was fine just now in the evening, why did he suddenly get sick?"
Giorgio glanced at her, his eyes lowered.
The woman was wearing a set of white pajamas with mushroom-shaped ears, which was not revealing, but her straight shoulders, slender arms, and long legs exuded temptation.
Seems like she had lost weight.
He frowned and said, "You are late, and you don't qualify to see Charlie."
"I came as soon as I received the call! I fell down because I ran in slippers. Don't believe me? Look, there's a wound on my knee." Anna lifted her leg to show the wound.
He could question anything about her, except her care for Charlie!
The woman's breath was too direct, with a slightly lifted chin and urgency in her eyes.
Giorgio stared at her wound, with a cold smile on his lips. "In your eyes, I am no better than a three-year-old child."
Even for his own son, Giorgio felt frustrated about losing!
"Huh?" Anna furrowed her brows, not understanding what he was saying.
Giorgio looked away, coldly and mercilessly asking, "Knowing that Charlie doesn't accept you being together and still doing things that harm him, do you think you have the face to see him?"
Anna pursed her lips and said, "Let me talk to Charlie. I will encourage him."
"Heh, do you think I will let you see him easily? Go cook, if I am satisfied with the meal, I will consider it."
"Cooking at this late hour? Besides, your son is sick, and you still have the appetite to eat?" Anna became angry.
Giorgio put his hand in his pocket, his expression cold. "If you don't want to cook, then leave."
Anna was speechless. She thought, 'Are you crazy, you dog of a man!'
Forget it, for Charlie's sake, she endured. She bypassed him and went straight to the kitchen, turning on the lights to cook.
After about half an hour, a bowl of fragrant noodles appeared, with colors, fragrances, and flavors all present.
However, Giorgio's brows furrowed. "You think you can dismiss me with a bowl of noodles? Do you think I am a beggar or a homeless person?"
What was wrong with noodles? She had put a lot of effort into it! Besides, beggars eat leftovers, where else could anyone find something this good!
Anna resisted the impulse to smack him in the head with a hammer and replied, "You want something rich to eat? Fine."
She turned around and went back to the kitchen, taking out all the food from the refrigerator and started to cook angrily.
Giorgio remarked, "Is this your attitude when you cook? Are you sure the food you make with resentment won't be poisonous?"
Anna paused, holding the knife in her hand. She swore, there had never been a time where she wanted to kill someone more than now! "What exactly do you want? Are you having fun torturing me?"
Having fun?
"Figure it out, it's me who's not feeling well now," Giorgio's cold voice rang out.
After making so many dishes for Giuseppe, he was dismissed with just a bowl of noodles. She got angry when she cooked a meal, was the difference in treatment that obvious?
The man's breath was icy cold, like an angry lion.
Anna's heart trembled.
What was making him unhappy? Was it because of Charlie's illness that he blamed her?
Either way, it was wiser not to make trouble for oneself. She couldn't be bothered with him and focused on her cooking.
"Giorgio, what's wrong with the little one?"
"Mr. Vittorio."
At this moment, Little Tony and Tom hurried over, their faces filled with concern.
Giorgio suppressed his anger and asked, "Who told you to come?"
"Mr. Vittorio, you said the young master was sick, so I immediately called Tom," said Little Tony.
Tom then said, "Giorgio, I struggled out of my sleep, let me see how Charlie is doing."
Giorgio stood in place, not saying anything.
What a waste of effort!
He glanced at Anna and said to the two men in a heavy voice, "You're not needed, go back."
"What? Go back? But we haven't seen the doctor yet. And why isn't Anna in there with the little one?" Tom felt that something was strange.
Little Tony also felt that something was off.
Oh my god! Could the mighty Mr. Vittorio have lied about Charlie being sick just to see Anna?
"Well, Tom, let's go." Little Tony, who saw through the truth, felt that he would be scolded for meddling, so he pulled Tom to leave.
Tom refused, "No, I haven't seen the little one. If there's any problem, I don't want to be called later when I'm already lying in bed at home. Little one, little one, where are you? Uncle Tom is here to see you."
His voice was loud and woke up Charlie, who was sleeping in the other room.
"Daddy? Little Tony? Tom? Why are you all outside?"
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