Chapter 619

Anthony got up, walked to the couch in the living room, picked up his jacket, and put it on. His tall and slender figure has a terrorizing aura and a strong sense of oppression. He turned his body to the side slightly and his line of sight was staring at Anne, who was in front of the table. Anne was just about to take a bite of the poached egg when she felt a sense of pressure closing in on her from behind and her spine subconsciously stiffened. Anthony leaned down slightly from behind her. He put one hand on the edge of the table to support himself, enveloped Anne in his arms, and used his other hand to lift her jaw up. He then lowered his thin lips and kissed her lips. Anthony frowned. "Isn't it too sweet?" Anne was slightly panting. "...You're only realizing it now? You've poured half a bag of sugar into it, haven't you?" It was rare that Anthony was not confident because he indeed has done so. "It's fine. I'll pour some water in later," said Anne as she looked at the black