Chapter 52
“No, I can’t leave!” Anathea refused, clutching onto the sink. Her voice was hoarse due to the alcohol. “I have to go back. I haven’t
finished drinking…..”
“Anathea! Do you love drinking that much?” Gregory’s voice turned cold. The moment he heard she wanted to go back for more
drinks, a surge of anger welled up in his chest.
Anathea shook her head. She didn’t love alcohol–she just couldn’t bear to watch the three million slip through her fingers.
“Three million…”
“Three million?” Gregory let out a sharp laugh.
He grabbed her wrist and yanked her toward him, gripping her chin. “Are you really that desperate for money?”
He prided himself on not mistreating her financially. Sure, he hadn’t given her an excessive amount because in his mind, the fact
that he’d agreed to marry her was already more than generous.
She had no right to ask for more. But he’d never deprived her either. Everything she ate, wore, and lived on was up to the
standards of a wealthy wife.
And yet, she’d stooped this low for a measly three million?
“Anathea, are you really this cheap? Why are you obsessed with merely three million?” Gregory questioned, his voice dripping
with sarcasm
His contemptuous gaze stung Anathea. She’d thought she was past caring about Gregory’s opinion of her. But her heart still
ached.
If it weren’t for Gregory, she might’ve still been the carefree heiress of the Jacobson family. Three million would’ve meant nothing to her. But she’d lost everything, and three million was a fortune for her now. It was unbelievably hard to come by.
“Yes, I’m that cheap.” Anathea let out a self–deprecating laugh and pushed at Gregory. “So, Mr. Sinclair, stay away from me.
Don’t lower yourself to my level.”
Gregory’s eyes darkened at her words. His grip tightened, locking her in place.
“Gregory, you-”
Before Anathea could finish, Gregory lowered his head and crushed his lips against hers
Her wide eyes reflected his sharp, stormy face. It took her nearly ten seconds to snap out of her daze before she shoved him away
with all her strength.
Gregory took a step back. Anathea immediately turned to the sink, scrubbing her lips with water, as if trying to erase any trace of
him.
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Her actions only stoked Gregory’s fury. Did she despise his touch that much?
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He clenched his hands, veins bulging along the backs of them. In one swift motion, he stepped forward, pinning her against the
sink.
Gripping the back of her head, he tilted her head by force and sunk his teeth into her neck.
Anathea sucked in a sharp breath, pain flashing through her eyes. Tears welled at the corners as she rasped, “Gregory, you’re
such a bastard!”
It was the first time she’d ever cursed him.
Gregory froze for a second. He let her go, realizing he’d gone too far. The sight of her on the verge of tears made his chest feel
stifled, a strange emotion surfacing within him.
He quickly snapped out of it, and his gaze turned icy.
She must have done this on purpose–parading herself in front of him, standing up for that woman, and drinking those three
glasses of alcohol. It was all just to stir his pity and make him go soft on her
Three million? That was just a pathetic excuse for her schemes.
Gregory let out a cold laugh as he scanned her seemingly innocent face. All he felt was sheer disgust. Since she was playing
games, why should he show her any mercy?
Anathea tensed under his piercing stare, her shoulders shrinking inward. She knew this was a sign that Gregory was truly angry.
“Anathea, you want three million, right? I’ll give it to you. Do you want it or not?” he asked in a deep voice, locking his eyes on
her.
