Chapter 535 - Anthony and Little Seven 12 - Sentimental Anthony (1/2)

Eleven’s eyes were wide open as she could not believe that people as shameless as he existed. She was extremely infuriated and her anger rocketed in an instant at how he jeopardized himself to play her concern for him against her. He was too much!

The ice was extremely slippery and the two of them were extremely quick on ice. As she thought of how quick Anthony was, him losing his footing and slipping would have had unthinkable consequences. She, without thinking, immediately turned back to grab him. Little did she expect it to be his gimmick to lure her to turn back. Anthony was really too much!

How could he manipulate her thoughts and be so certain she would turn back? If she did not have those thoughts for him, she would have never turned back. Would he then rather he really fell?

As she was extremely infuriated, she could not be bothered with Anthony kissing her and forcefully pushed her palms against his chest. Anthony, seeming to expect her actions, gently held her wrists and wrapped his fingers around his palms and locked fingers with her. Eleven’s forceful palms were ingeniously neutralized by his tight grip on her.

He never let go of Eleven throughout the process and still kissed her deeply. As he planted his warm lips on her, he merely sucked on her lips and did not dare to go overboard.

Eleven’s mind was in a mess and she could not recall anything as though her reasoning was lost to a cooking pot. She was caught off guard when he kissed and her face was clearly reddened. Eleven was terrified at how her heart palpitated and the scent of his cologne made her tizzy and lose all semblance of reasoning. Only he utterly filled her eyes, heart…

Anthony…

There were whistles and screams around from both men and women. While the two of them were strangers, they felt that this scene they saw was extremely beautiful—a wintry snowscape accompanied by the perfect match who was in love with each other. Their romance was somewhat mysterious yet romantic, and the young men and women who were genuinely happy for the couple cheered them on.

Anthony kissed Eleven until she was almost out of breath. Eleven could not help but look away, and Anthony was clearly unsatisfied. He slightly leaned forward and pecked the edges of her lips that were reddened from the kiss. When Eleven saw his gentle countenance and deeply pa.s.sionate eyes, her heart thumped and she struggled to wriggle away.

Anthony seemed to know her thoughts and was unwilling to let go of her. He held her waist tightly and smiled. “Where are you going?”

She could not respond, and the whistles and cheers from the crowd still remained. Eleven was still trapped in his embrace and could not escape. Eleven eschewed her weakness…

“I won Little Seven!” Anthony looked at her deeply as he smiled.

When this was mentioned, Eleven felt a wave of anger come upon her and she stared at Anthony angrily. “What kind of person are you to resort to such trickery? Trickery aside, didn’t you know the danger you had put yourself in earlier? What if you had…”

As Eleven talked, she felt that she was a tad too agitated. Her look betrayed her mood. She then kept quiet and quietly stared at him.

Although Anthony was scolded, he was in an even better mood and smiled even more generously. “Are you worried about me?”

“No, I am not.” Eleven vehemently denied as she tried to stand away from Anthony. Anthony saw through what was on her mind, and she was clearly not Anthony’s match in that field.

He would not allow her to have her wish and said, “You are my girlfriend from now on.”

“I…” Eleven panicked and almost bit her tongue. Now that was mentioned, she looked around in panic and saw the young men and women around. Some of them were starting to play whilst others were talking about the two of them. She then realized… was it too late to regret?

“Little Seven, what’s there to regret?”

“You’re shameless.”

“I’m not asking about the how, but the end result,” Anthony flatly said as he held her hand and smiled. “Little Seven, are you that afraid of me?”

“Please don’t provoke me, I won’t fall for it,” Eleven coldly said. Since she had made a promise, she would not renege on it. “I agree.”

“Are you serious?

Eleven nodded, and Anthony suddenly burst into a big grinning smile, hugged Eleven, and spun on the ice. Eleven thought she would have a heavy heart, but she saw his happy face and felt this indescribable elation as she smiled uncontrollably. She then realized that they were still on the ice, and would be in a tight spot if they fell.

“Anthony, stop spinning me. I’m feeling giddy.”

When Anthony heard her, he quickly put her down although he was still extremely elated. As he held her hand, he did not know what to say and suddenly held her face and kissed her on her lips.

This guy… Eleven could not help him and simply let him be.

The two of them ice skated for a while more. They were not far from the Kurts’ home, so the two of them placed their ice skates in a visible place before walking around in the snow. As Anthony was not famous, he did not walk next to her and instead held her hand with exceptional pride and satisfaction.

Eleven smiled bitterly.

“What exactly do you like about me?” Eleven was extremely perplexed as she was not one whom the boys fancied. When she recalled her original, and current, self, she suddenly felt extremely solemn.

Oh, yes indeed, how could she forget?

Little Seven was lively, adorable, smart, and extremely likable. As for Eleven… Anthony liked Little Seven and not Eleven.

Eleven felt her heart tense and slightly regretted why did she become another person with no way to back out? If she could not change her ice-cold character, Anthony would become extremely disappointed if he learned that she was a cold and uninteresting person.

She could not describe how she felt but felt she was slightly disappointed. While it did not sound too serious, she was subconsciously thinking about how she never really gained anything and hence did not quite regret this loss.

“You’re good in everything,” Anthony said. He seemed to sense Eleven’s emotions fluctuating. “Dear Little Seven, there are many sides to a person. You, regardless of which side you put on, are always yourself,” he said meaningfully.

Eleven looked at Anthony in shock and he smiled back at her. She felt a little weird, but could not quite put a finger to why she felt this bizarre.

“You seem to know everything.”

“Little Seven, you sure look really solemn. I’m less than ten minutes into being your boyfriend, and surely you won’t’ just let me go this quickly?” Anthony looked at her with doggy-eyes and tried to divert her attention.

Eleven indeed broke into raucous laughter. “What nonsense are you spouting?”

“You’ve scared the daylights out of me! Really! I thought people would be booted off this position after a short time, and I was planning to fight on for good, say eighty years?” Anthony waved his hand and talked vividly and in high spirits as though it had happened.

She was at a loss whether to cry or laugh.

This man was extremely adorable, and he would cause her heart to flutter. Despite the tension between them, he could occasionally allow her to feel the warmth and suns.h.i.+ne in him. She liked to be around him.

The two of them walked in the snow for a moment. Eleven wanted to ask him about his background but decided against it. Since he did not ask her about his background, she chose not to ask anything. When they had to speak, they would speak to each other.

As Eleven unintentionally saw the small black hut, she was slightly taken aback and froze in her steps. The weather was good today, and the snowstorm in the afternoon was much smaller. As a larger snowstorm would arrive much later in the evening, visibility was much better and she could see the little black hut in the distance.

Anthony saw her sullen face and felt a chill run across his heart that he quietly endured. Eleven, who was watching the little black hut, felt waves of emotions come across her that would not quell. When she saw that little black hut, she was reminded of Mo Ye.

She did not want to recall Mo Ye. Ever since she left that little black hut, she relegated that thought to the deepest part of her heart and stopped thinking, pursuing it to the point of ignoring it.

With Anthony by her side, she for some reason or other did not recall Mo Ye. When Anthony and she were ice-skating earlier, she agreed to be Anthony’s friend and did not even think about Mo Ye.

Eleven felt terrible. Did that mean that she had let go of the past and stopped loving Mo Ye? Back then, she remembered everything clearly and felt extremely despondent. As everything was as fresh as though it happened yesterday, how could she simply forget anything?

She did not understand. While her rational side reminded her that she hated Mo Ye, she looked at the little black hut and felt a sharp pain in her heart. She did not seem to hate him, and had she reconciled with it?

No!

She just did not know why she felt this way. Was Anthony the reason?

“What happened?” Anthony asked her worriedly as he wrapped his hands around her body so that she would not catch the cold wind.

Eleven smiled. “I suddenly recalled this person.”

“Do you really hate him?” Anthony asked a little shakily with an uneasy gaze. “You didn’t look quite okay earlier.”

Eleven quietly smiled and then changed the topic. “I’m feeling a little cold. Shall we go back?”

Anthony immediately nodded and covered her as they walked back. He could not help but take a look at the little black hut in trepidation.

“Little Seven, do you like me?” Anthony suddenly stopped and pulled her into his embrace. He had persistence in his voice and Eleven was taken aback as she did not know how to answer him.

She could not bring herself to say ‘like’.

“I…”

“Forget it. Don’t say anything until I’m prepared to hear it,” Anthony suddenly interrupted Eleven’s words and left Eleven slightly aghast. While she could not quite guess Anthony’s mood, she wanted to tell him that she somewhat like him. Why did he interrupt her? He seemed to be certain that she would tell him that she was not interested in him.

Why was he so persistent about being her boyfriend?

The atmosphere between them on the way home was still extremely good as the incident earlier had nary an effect on them. Eleven took her ice skates home because she wanted to skate whenever she could since it felt extremely good.

Once they reached home, Anthony prepared a cup of warm tea for her to warm her hands. As it was still too early for dinner, Anthony returned to his room whilst Eleven picked up Mrs. Kurt’s call. Mrs. Kurt said she would be back in another two days.

Eleven nodded and chatted with Mrs. Kurt. She talked about anecdotes from her wedding and called two days ago and mentioned she will be back in another two days to get busy with a wedding. She said she was visiting friends and would travel a little before coming home.

“Is everything fine at home?”

Eleven nodded. “All is good, don’t worry.”

As she hung up the phone, Anthony came out. “Mrs. Kurt said she will be back the day after tomorrow,” Eleven said.

“She said so two days ago,” Anthony smiled. “Are you hungry? Do you want to have a bite?”

“I’m not hungry,” Eleven smiled as she lay down on the sofa and read a magazine. Anthony scooted over curiously and asked,” What are you reading?”

“I’ll read anything, maybe the financial magazines,” Eleven said as Anthony helped her up and sat on the couch. He then embraced her. As a somewhat famous person, he finally got his wish of hugging her after yearning for it after several days.

Eleven was not used to being this physically intimate with another person, but… she indulged Anthony given how pleased he looked. Anthony was extremely easily pleased.

He had better not get greedy and step into her room. If he did, she would cripple him.

The heater was nowhere as warm as Anthony’s chest, and she felt extremely comfortable snuggled in his embrace. Anthony enjoyed this atmosphere as much and laid back as he talked to her.

Once Eleven finished reading the financial news, she casually turned on the television and saw the news. Three Italian Members of Parliament (MPs) died of unnatural causes, of which were not specified. The report claimed that Left-aligned parties clashed with the Part.i.to del Potere during election vote-canva.s.sing and both parties had sent their own hitmen against the other party.

The official narrative however differed and it was ambiguous on the ident.i.ty of the killer despite indignantly claiming justice for those killed. That, the art of theatrics, was how the government was playing its hand.