After divorce I am a billionaire

Mavis was a little shy, "Mr. Callahan, take it apart and take a look." Inside the box was JG's Eau de Toilette for Men.

JG was a relatively high-end brand, and the price of perfwas more than two or three times more expensive than ordinary perfumes on the market.

Anthony held the perfbottle and looked at it, and suddenly understood, "So you risked going to the bar last night to earn tips to buya date gift?" Mavis smiled shyly, "Yes." "Actually, it's not necessary. | don't care about the value of gifts. | do what | can. Even if you put a feather in it, | will like it." "Furthermore, things like gifts should be given by men to give all the surprises for women." He said in a warm voice. When there was a smile on his handsface, it was extremely evil and charming, and it looked outrageously good-looking.

Mavis was fascinated without realizing it.

She can have a date with Anthony who was so good-looking. Even if she were to die immediately, she felt it was worth it.

"Let's go. Get in the car. | take you to have breakfast first." Anthony held her hand like a gentleman, and took the initiative to help her open the passenger's door.

Throughout the whole day of dating, Anthony was like a modest gentleman, thinking of everything for her very thoughtfully.

That made Mavis feel like she was dreaming for a while.

In the morning, they went shopping, and Anthony helped her buy sclothes and a few pairs of high heels.

In the afternoon, they went to see the hottest movie in the theater.

In the evening, Anthony took her to a quiet restaurant for a candlelit dinner.

Because she was in a good mood, Mavis drank a few more glasses of wine and fell directly on the dinner table.

Anthony walked around the long table and lightly grabbed her cheek, "Wake up. Are you really drunk?" Mavis's cheeks were flushed, and she was very drunk. She felt the cold hand cclose, and she unconsciously clenched his palm.

They were interlocking fingers.

"Anthony, I like you." "Really, | really like you. Ever since | met you in Teflayria, | have... a crush on you..." "I'm willing to do anything for you, as long as you... can choose me..." She murmured, in a bit of a topsy-turvy way because she was drunk.

But Anthony got it.

He didn't have a special expression. When no one saw him, his handsface was so indifferent. He bent down and picked up Mavis, took her out of the restaurant, and got into the car.

But this time, instead of sending Mavis back to her small apartment, he drove directly back to Callahan Residence.

When he carried Mavis into the gate of Callahan Residence, Dylan, the new butler who cout to greet him, was stunned.

"Mr. Callahan, who is she?" The person in power in the family had been single for several years, and he actually brought a woman back tonight!! And he carried her back!! The bachelor was finally getting rid of being single? Seeing Dylan's surprise, Anthony did not explain, but instructed him expressionlessly, "Don't disturb the Callahans. Let the kitchen make a bowl of sober tea. Send it to my room later." "Yes." Dylan had just finished his answer, but then he felt something was wrong. "You sure you want the tea , not wine for fun...

eh?" It was more than words.

Anthony glanced at him, gave the answer silently, and went upstairs with Mavis in his arms.

Dylan stared at his back with a reassuring smile on his face, "Great, Mr. Callahan finally figured it out!" Anthony, who returned to his bedroom, did not carry Mavis onto the bed, but laid her flat on the sofa not far away.

The woman's skin was fair. Because she was drunk, her whole was red, and her breath was full of sweet wine fragrance.

Anthony sat aside and watched her silently for a while.

This woman only needed to be dressed up a little. Then she will be amazing, and she was usually very attractive.

It was a pity that no matter how good she looked, she can't fit into his heart.

Knock knock- Someone was knocking on the door.

Dylan was outside the door, "Mr., I'm bringing sober tea." Anthony got up to open the door and saw two different bowls of tea on Dylan's tray.

The corners of Dylan's smiling eyes were wrinkled, and he explained to Anthony carefully, "Mr., this bowl is sober tea , and the bowl next to it is a good tea that will make you and that lady happy all night. | brought it to you at my own discretion.” Anthony narrowed his eyes, staring at the bowl of "good tea” in Dylan's mouth. His face was slightly gloomy, "You think | can't do it, so | need to borrow this kind of thing?" Dylan was startled, "No, your physical strength is no longer a problem, but... just in case.” Anthony said with a cold face, "Leave the sober tea and take the other bowl away. If | really want to do something to her, even without your tea, | can stay overnight.” "Yes, Yes." Dylan sneered, and wisely took the "good tea" and stopped bothering.

Anthony returned to the room with the sober tea and patted Mavis' cheek, "Wake up. You are too drunk. Drink ssober tea , or you will have a headache tomorrow." Mavis opened her eyes in a daze. When she saw Anthony in front of her, she started to admire.

"Mr. Callahan, you're so handsand good-looking. Can such an angelic man really be my boyfriend?" He will never be an angel. He should be a devil.

"Drink the tea." Mavis was very obedient. Even if he handed over a bowl of poison, she would drink it all.

After sitting on the sofa for more than ten minutes, Mavis gradually sobered up.

When she opened her eyes again, she found that the surroundings were unfamiliar.

The room was clean and simple, but it was of style. This was not her small apartment.

"This is Callahan Residence, my room." Anthony sat on the small sofa opposite, playing with the expensive watch on his wrist.

Mavis shuddered at first.

His tone was so cold, not as mild as the day before and today.

Mavis didn't react at all, and looked up at him dumbfounded.

"Are you sober? Do you know what I'm talking about? Who am 1?" "Already awake." Anthony took out a cigarette and a lighter from his trousers pocket, lit one lazily and exhaled.

The lingering smoke made his expression a little hazy, and Mavis couldn't see it through.

After a while, Anthony slowly asked, "Tonight, when you are drunk, you says that you likevery much. As long as | choose you, you are willing to do anything for me. Is it true?" Mavis was stunned.

Did she tell the truth when she was drunk? God, it was too embarrassing...

"Yes, yes... but | don't mean to force you to make a decision. | am already very..." "I agree." With the cigarette between his fingers, he interrupted her lightly.

"Huh?" Was that what she meant? Anthony reiterated patiently, "I said, | will choose you, not in love, but in marriage." Mavis thought she had heard it wrong.

In... marriage? Although they had known each other for several years, the tbeing together was not as much as today's date. Was this a flash marriage? Mavis felt like she was hit by a huge pie, and the filling of this pie was her crush for many years.

Anthony watched her reaction, leaned forward slightly, and pushed a document on the coffee table to Mavis.

"I'm not in a hurry. You can consider whether to marryor not. Read this first."