Chapter 875

"Just don't touch me, then," Anne said. He approached her like a hungry beast until his lips rested right next to her ear. "Not only am I going to touch you, but we are also going to share a bed every single night from now on. Do not let me find another fresh wound on you." Anne remained expressionless at the threat. The worst Anthony could do was keep her in a cage, but she no longer cared for her life. She turned to look outside the window and muttered, "Let's see what happens, then..." Her response and tone made his blood boil, and he tried to suppress his anger. "Anne, what good will it do to fight me? You can't win against me." Anne turned to look at him. "Just kill me. I'll appreciate it. He tensed and narrowed his eyes dangerously; the veins on the back of his hands began to show how hard he was holding onto the armrest. However, Anne did not seem intimidated by him, almost as though she truly did not care if she lived or died. Feeling his anger reaching its maximum level,