Three Treasures: Spoiled Wife Goes Wild-Chapter 1818: Took It Seriously

Looking at Annie Anne’s slightly flushed cheeks, Campbell Prickly pressed his lips together.

He reached out to support the headboard, his action of slightly leaning forward suddenly shortened the distance between them.

Annie Anne could even feel the warm breath of Campbell Prickly.

"Do you remember what you said yesterday?"

Although Campbell Prickly’s voice had a hint of a question, the expression on his face was quite ambiguous.

This made Annie Anne’s heart involuntarily speed up its beating.

She looked into Campbell Prickly’s clear eyes, reflecting her somewhat panicked self.

But gradually, Annie Anne’s emotions settled down.

Actually, Campbell Prickly’s hint was already quite obvious, but it couldn’t stir any waves in Annie Anne’s heart anymore.

Annie Anne’s lips trembled, and with a smile, she spoke to Campbell Prickly:

"I think I probably wouldn’t say anything, and wouldn’t do anything strange either. Most likely, I just fell asleep as soon as I hit the bed."

Annie Anne naturally also expressed her attitude directly.

Some broken memories began to restore in Annie Anne’s faint consciousness, causing the palm covered by the quilt to keep clenching.

Fortunately, nothing happened between her and Campbell Prickly in the end.

"Even if there really was, I think nobody would take a drunkard’s words seriously."

Annie Anne had never considered accepting Campbell Prickly.

All along, Annie Anne always felt like she had seen through many things. She had long passed the age of recklessly squandering youth.

Naturally, she wouldn’t crave a love to the death like a girl of that age.

But in reality, Annie Anne just wasn’t willing to admit.

Her heart is indeed very small, from beginning to end can only hold one person.

She poured her vulnerability and softness within a thick wall, yet that person managed to effortlessly break through all defenses.

And finally, with a sharp knife, wounded her heart bloodily.

Annie Anne dared not say how much it hurt.

Because all she is going through now, perhaps Oliver Hudson had already experienced.

Faced with Annie Anne’s words, Campbell Prickly’s expression gradually dimmed.

He just stared at Annie Anne, fearing that if he wasn’t careful, Annie Anne might disappear right before his eyes.

His eyes seemed to mix a handful of shattered stars, the shimmering light rippling and wrapping around his pupils, reflecting Annie Anne’s silhouette.

Like a treasure, placing it in that important position.

"But... what if I take it seriously?"

Campbell Prickly said softly.

Perhaps he intentionally slowed down his speech, chewing every word in his lips and teeth, allowing Annie Anne to hear clearly.

"But in fact, I didn’t say anything, did I?"

Annie Anne’s dense eyelashes trembled slightly, calm yet with an unrestrained laziness, even her voice carried a bit of stickiness, but the words she uttered were extremely cold.

Finally, Annie Anne didn’t look to see what expression Campbell Prickly would show, she only turned her head away, as if it was only right, and thanked Campbell Prickly.

"Thank you for taking care of me yesterday, really a bother for you, this favor I’ll remember and later..."

"What I want is not your gratitude."

This time Campbell Prickly didn’t let Annie Anne finish her words, directly interrupting her.

With a dominant stance, he encircled Annie Anne within his arms, but Annie Anne still remained unmoved.