💌 Chapter 17

Therefore, she took hold of Annie's hand with one hand, while the other arm wrapped around Annie's shoulder. This intimate gesture made it seem like they were close friends engaged in a casual conversation.

"I decided to have my husband come and take care of you first this time. After all, you have made significant contributions to the company. Both my husband and I appreciate your efforts, don't we, dear?"

Cindy spoke with a smile, her slender fingers playing with her flowing hair. Suddenly, the faint marks on her neck, suggestive yet attention-grabbing, became visible.

Annie's face turned pale with anger, and beads of sweat began to form on her forehead.

The onlookers showed meaningful expressions, occasionally accompanied by envious comments.

Trevon didn't anticipate being drawn into Cindy's performance. His eyes narrowed, his eyebrows raised, but he chose not to respond.

"You see, he's always like this—rigid and uncommunicative, not knowing how to care for others. So dull. How can he compare to someone like me, who is considerate?"

Cindy's lips curled, and she continued looking at Annie, "From now on, let me take care of my dear Annie. If you need anything, just tell me. Except..."

She glanced at the man on the sofa, then leaned closer to Annie's ear, speaking with a mix of seriousness and teasing, "Except for my husband. That's off-limits. If you cross that line, my dear Annie will become a home-wrecker condemned by everyone."

"..."

Annie's smile had frozen beyond measure. She wanted to clench her hand into a fist, but Cindy wouldn't let go. Still smiling, Cindy raised her voice towards the door, saying, "Come in."

As her words fell, the bodyguards entered, carrying fruit baskets and bouquets, creating a grand entrance that almost filled the spacious room.

"I thought you might find the white walls of the hospital dull, so I bought some flowers to add some color. Do you like them, Annie?" Cindy asked thoughtfully.

Annie glanced quickly, estimating that there were around 150 bouquets of various colors, with yellow being the most prominent.

Annie felt her vision darken, and when she looked at the fruit baskets, there were also 150 of them, making a total of 300, which indicated that Annie was the third party wrecking her marriage with Trevon.

Annie could hardly catch her breath and nearly fainted.

Cindy turned a blind eye and continued with a smile, "I heard you like apples, so I bought some for you." She called for Elle and instructed her, "Pick a big, ripe one for me. I'll personally peel it for dear Annie."

Cindy repeatedly referred to Annie as "dear Annie." Elle couldn't help but shudder at the sound, thinking that Cindy's acting skills were wasted by not being in the entertainment industry.

"OK!"

Elle happily complied, turning around to pick the best a***e and grabbing a fruit knife, which she handed to Cindy.

Elle then glanced at Annie, who seemed defeated. However, as soon as Elle caught sight of cold-faced Trevon sitting on the sofa, she quickly suppressed her smile and hurriedly left.

Once Elle emerged from the room, several male journalists approached her, asking, "Have you gathered enough material? When will you publish it?"

"Just give me a few more seconds," Elle replied, gazing intently at the room.

The training from the previous night proved effective. At that moment, the fruit knife in Cindy's hand was like a pen in the hands of an artist, skillfully and effortlessly maneuvered.

In no time, a perfectly peeled a***e appeared in her hand, smooth and flawless.

She held the a***e in front of Annie, her face beaming. "How is it? I have g**d skills, don't I? From today onwards, I'll come to the hospital every day and peel a***es for you. Does that make you happy?"

"..."

The reporters outside the door captured a few more photoes.

"Now, publish it, and make sure to select the most flattering pictures of our Mrs. Gilson," Elle instructed earnestly.

"Mrs. Gilson looks splendid from every angle, flawless in all the shots," a journalist flattered sincerely.

"Your taste is as impeccable as mine. Well done," Elle patted their shoulders, then signaled the bodyguards with her eyes, indicating for them to leave.

The bodyguards understood and walked out, dispersing the onlookers.

Due to the commotion, there was a bit of chaos, and Cindy instinctively glanced at the scene. Unexpectedly, she suddenly heard Annie's pained voice in her ear.