Chapter 139: Chapter 139

Anna Thornton snorted coldly at Conrad Sterling’s drunken face and was about to turn around and leave.

But she noticed the man was only half lying on the bed, likely to fall off in the middle of the night.

Anna Thornton kicked his long legs with her slippered foot: "Hey hey, pull your feet up and sleep better."

"..." The man, drunk to the point of ’losing consciousness,’ didn’t respond.

"The mighty president of the Sterling Group, if he gets a bruised nose from falling over drunk, that would be quite the sight. Going to work the next day and getting caught by the media, he’d definitely make the front page of finance and entertainment magazines, haha!"

The mere thought of that scene excited Anna Thornton: "What do you think, if Marilyn Ford saw her idol looking so stupid, would she feel embarrassed? The Eldest Miss Ford values her face so much, trying to woo her would only become more difficult for you in the future."

"Or... Should I take this opportunity to snap a close photo with you? Isn’t this what the evil supporting actresses in dramas do? They get the male lead drunk while the female lead is away on a trip, fool around, then take pictures to boast to the female lead. This leads to the female lead misunderstanding the male lead, rushing back to slap him and announces the end of their relationship, and then runs out barefoot on a rainy night, covering her ears and yelling ’I won’t listen, I won’t listen’ while running through the rain..."

Anna Thornton suddenly caught the acting bug and directed an entire clichéd melodramatic Mary Sue drama in front of the ’sleeping’ Conrad Sterling.

She even rewrote the ending: the supporting actress rises up, lives happily ever after with the male lead, while the female lead runs away, dying alone in solitude. But later, the supporting actress reveals her true nature, swindling the male lead’s money, and also cheating on him. In the end, she runs off with the child, leaving the male lead a beggar, illness-stricken, wearing rags and begging on the street every day...

Conrad Sterling listened unwillingly to the entire worldview-shattering melodramatic tale, almost unable to keep pretending to sleep.

It was then he felt Anna Thornton hugging his leg.

But she didn’t pull him off the bed to bruise his nose, nor maliciously ruin the perfect image of the man-god.

Nor did she follow her own plot, taking advantage to create scandalous photos for Marilyn Ford.

She simply put Conrad Sterling’s legs back on the bed and even took off his shoes for him.

Conrad Sterling heard footsteps moving away from him, followed by faint sounds of water.

The man cautiously cracked open his eyes, realizing light was seeping from the bathroom.

Anna Thornton came out of the bathroom with a damp towel and wiped Conrad Sterling’s face and hands.

The bathroom’s warm yellow light seeped through the closed door’s gap, warming the ceiling of half the bedroom.

Straightening up after wiping, Anna Thornton stretched lazily, muttering to herself: "Gosh, I’m so good at taking care of people! So considerate! Whoever marries me in the future will be a lucky soul blessed for eight lifetimes."

Conrad Sterling: "..."

"Look at how clean your face is after I washed it for you!"

Under the bedside light, Anna Thornton couldn’t resist examining Conrad Sterling’s features closely: "Tsk tsk, what’s the use of being so finely chiseled if it’s wasted on a face that’s expressionless like an ice cube? The only contribution you’ve made in this life, I think, is passing down some decent genes to Pop."

"And just good looks aren’t enough. I also worry about the kids’ growth in the future. It took me so much effort to raise her to be so lively and adorable; she better not grow up to be like you, or it’s finished. Always so dull, temperamental, gloomy, and boring!"

Anna Thornton suddenly remembered something and reached into Conrad Sterling’s pocket to search.

After searching the shirt pocket, she moved to the pants pocket: "Where is that thing?"

"!" Conrad Sterling’s fingers, resting beside him, slightly twitched, the veins on the back of his hand unconsciously standing out, with a sudden urge to sit up and stop her.

Luckily, before Conrad Sterling lost control completely, Anna Thornton managed to pull her hand out of his pocket.

Along with it, she brought out an emerald necklace.

"Finally found it, my little green!"

Touching the emerald at the center of the necklace, Anna Thornton suddenly felt a sourness in her nose, quickly carefully clutching it tightly in her palm.

"Conrad Sterling, this necklace is your care fee for tonight! I’ll take this now, you don’t mind, eh?" "..."

"Silence means consent, so I’m leaving!"

Of course, the man ’drunk to unconsciousness’ couldn’t bargain with her, so Anna Thornton unilaterally declared this substantial service fee agreed upon, hugging her precious little green regain and leaving.

Hearing the bedroom door gently shut, Conrad Sterling opened his eyes; he wasn’t drunk, the discomfort kept him wide awake.

Anna Thornton, that woman, shamelessly lauding her caregiving skills, yet didn’t think to help take off his jacket or cover him with a blanket?

Maybe because he kept his eyes shut too long, Conrad Sterling found the night unusually bright upon opening them.

Immediately realizing the night hadn’t changed; but... Anna Thornton had left a small night lamp on his bedside.

Conrad Sterling woke up to find a little bundle beside his pillow.

Pop, hugging a yellow duck plushie almost the size of herself, lay asleep at Conrad Sterling’s bedside.

The little one wasn’t a still sleeper; though wrapped in a custom-sized small blanket when tucked in, the blanket had already been kicked to the floor.

President Sterling doubted whether he was still drunk; he draped a jacket over Pop. Then he sat up, rubbed his temples, and walked quietly out of the bedroom.

"Granny Chandler, where’s Anna Thornton?" Conrad Sterling asked the busy maid downstairs.

"President Sterling, Miss Thornton asked you to look after the little miss; she headed out early this morning."

"Yes, heard there’s work."

"What work?" Conrad Sterling instinctively followed up.

This question seemed to trouble the forty-something Granny Chandler, there are too many categories in the entertainment industry.

Conrad Sterling vaguely remembered Anna Thornton mentioning she was going to shoot an MV.

After a simple breakfast and returning to the bedroom, Pop was already awake.

The little bundle hugged her yellow duck plushie, sitting cross-legged on the bed with an entirely bewildered expression.

Seeing Conrad Sterling, Pop opened her mouth with a big yawn.

"Your mommy went out to work; I’ll take you downstairs to eat."

Conrad Sterling said while reaching to pick her up, but unexpectedly, the little one suddenly shook her hands, refusing in a pouty voice: "No hugs." Chapters fırst released on noᴠelfire.net

Conrad Sterling, lacking experience in child care, couldn’t understand what was up with the little one.

"You don’t want me to hold you; will you come down yourself?"

Pop shook her head, nor did she get down.

"So what do you want?" Conrad Sterling asked Pop.

The little bundle remained silent, lowering her head, staring at her cartoon bunny-print pajama pants.

Following Pop’s gaze, Conrad Sterling noticed the jacket he had used to cover Pop was now under her bottom.

He reached out to touch the jacket and sheets, promptly discovering the reason: "Did you wet the bed?"

Embarrassed, the little bundle twisted her fingers, speaking in a tiny, aggrieved voice: "Mm."