Take Control of Yourself, Please novel (Anna and Liam)

Chapter 97 A Cursed Child

Liam removed the towel around his waist and put on a pair of loose-fitting loungewear. He lay comfortably o n the bed, his lips curling up into a subtle grin. "That little woman sure is cunning. Not only is she an expert actor, but she's got some brains too. As expected of a woman I have eyes for."

He picked up his phone and noticed that Anna did not reply to his message. He was a little irritated. "How dare she ignore my message! Is she too absorbed in her 'blind girl' role?"

He stood up and peeped through the hole in the wall. H e was instantly staggered.

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The hole had been blocked!

'Did she notice it?

'Great!'

Liam grinned. He grabbed a pen and gently poked it through the hole.

Nothing happened...

Liam chuckled wryly. He put more force into it...

The roll of paper was pushed out and the tunnel saw light again.

Liam grinned merrily. He peeped through the hole, chuckling. A faint glow could be seen in his ink- black eyes.

He saw Anna angrily wrapping herself up into a burrito and staring angrily at the wall with strong animosity in her eyes.

Of course, she could not see him from the distance. On the side, Liam’s view of her was crystal clear. He could even see the tiny pores on her cheeks as sunlight poured in.

The little lady had such perfect skin. He yearned to take a bite at her tenderness.

Liam felt the heat in his body. Blood gushed to a certain part of his body.

He yearned for her!

Anna pulled her blanket tight. She could not see Liam through the wall, but she could feel his eyes staring at her. She felt immensely uncomfortable.

She hopped off the bed with her blanket still wrapped around her. Her face turned purple the moment she saw the roll of paper on the ground.

She scoured the room for anything that could be used t o block the hole. At last, her gaze landed on the mop in the bathroom. She darted over, picked it up, then plunged the mop stick into the hole.

"I'll poke your eyes out!" Anna rammed the mop through with all her might.

Luckily, Liam managed to dodge in time; otherwise, she might seriously poke his eyes out.

"You crazy woman! Are you trying to murder your beloved husband!" Liam dodged to the side and watched as the mop stick plunge in and out of the hole.

"I’ll stab you to death! I'll stab you! I'll stab you!” An odd sense of pleasure and release emerged in her heart as Anna continued to jab the mop through the hole.

Liam crossed his arms, gazing at the stick as it was thrust in and out of the hole. Warmth spread from the corner of his eyes.

"Are you insinuating something?"

Liam's voice could be heard clearly in the room beside.

Anna froze. After a long time, she finally got it. Her face turned red with rage. "What the hell are you saying!"

"You’re the one who's being so obvious about it. If I still pretended to not know what you're hinting at, all your efforts will be in vain."

"Liam! Ackman!" Anna ground her teeth, hurriedly pulling the mop out.

"How about I go over right now? Hmm, but it’s still daytime..." Liam deliberately dragged out his words as if she was putting him in a tight spot.

"Liam Ackman!" Anna dashed to the door and bolted the lock. She was afraid that the pervert would barge i n and take her right then and there.

Liam stood outside the door, gazing in at the flustered little woman. He could not help but grin when he saw her crimson red face.

Just then, Liam’s phone rang. It was James. He called t o inform Liam that he had forwarded the company contracts, which he needed him to read, to his mail.

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Liam kept his phone and gazed at Anna. Then, he left with a smile on his face...

The Dawson family mansion.

Grandmother Dawson was kneeling on the floor with a bible in her hand. She sighed let out a deep sigh.

"Bryan, you said that Anna lost her vision? What happened?"

Bryan helped Grandmother Dawson up and sat her on a chair. He then stood beside her courteously.

"Grandma, the doctor said that it's called post-traumatic stress. There's only a fifty percent chance of recovery."

Grandmother Dawson pondered upon his words for a long time. "Bryan, you must remember that Anna is your fiancee. No matter where you are, you must always be caring and compassionate toward her.

"The Hamilton family may have hidden away this latest piece of news but they can’t keep everyone's

mouths shut forever.”

Grandmother Dawson turned to Bryan, who was standing submissively without saying a word. She continued, "Everyone is trying to predict whether the marriage between our two families will last. At a time like this, you shouldn’t panic. Moreover, Anna needs you."

"I understand, Grandma! Rest assured, I love Anna from the bottom of my heart. I won’t leave her just because she lost her vision!”

"Good. As humans, we must be virtuous and value the people around us!”

"You’re right, Grandma."

"Anna must really need someone to be by her side now. You should spend more time with her and help cheer her up. At times like this, the more kindness you show her, the more she will appreciate you."

A faint twinkle appeared in Bryan's eyes. His smile slowly grew wider. "Grandma, I will definitely take good care of Anna."

Bryan exited Grandmother Dawson's room and was immediately met with Amelia standing in front of the doorway with her arms crossed. Her expression clearly indicated her intentions to mock and gloat.

"Bryan, I heard that your fiancee has gone blind. Haha ...” Amelia laughed merrily. "How can you be so unlucky? After so long, some woman with bad taste finally has her eyes on you, yet in the end, she became blind!

"Are you a cursed child? You seem to be bringing bad luck exclusively to the people around you!"

"Amelia, did you know that no one will think you’re mute even if you shut up once in a while!" Bryan was vexed.

"Oh, don't be mad. So what if she’s blind? She’s still the heir to Lincoln Group and the prestigious Ms. Hamilton! But perhaps her being blind is a good thing. That way, she won't be able to see a thing when you bring home other women home at night!" The more she spoke, the more joy she felt. Her eyes were curved into two crescents.

Bryan turned back and glanced at Grandmother Dawson’s room, then warned in a low tone, "Amelia Dawson, you better shut your mouth.”

"You're not even the head of the family yet! How dare you order me around with such arrogance. Don't forget that Grandma hasn't officially passed on that authority to you yet, so don't go celebrating too early."

Amelia scoffed. "Move! I'm going to accompany Grandma!"

Bryan stood in front of her, not budging. In a low voice, he warned, "Amelia Dawson, the authority in this family will eventually be mine, so you better watch yourself. When that day comes, don't blame me for not having compassion for my own family!" "Are you threatening me?” Amelia shrieked. Her expression turned cold.

"I wouldn't dare to do that. I'm simply reminding you t o know one’s limits. Don't shut the backdoor on yourself."

Amelia silently ground her teeth, yet she could not utter another word. She knew that from the flow of things, Bryan would eventually become the head of the family while she would remain the measly Ms. Dawson.

"Amelia, watch your mouth while you're taking care of Grandma. Grandma believes deeply in my relationship with Anna. Anna may have lost her vision, but Grandma still prodded me to take good care of her.” Bryan said nonchalantly.

"You know how autocratic our grandmother is. She doesn't like it when someone questions her decisions. If you ruffle her feathers, you might lose the right to even take care of her."

Amelia clenched her fists. Her face glowed red with resentment. "Bryan Dawson, let's see how long you maintain this smug attitude!”

"I’m enjoying every moment of it! I'm going to visit Anna at the hospital. I'll be by her side these few days, so I'll leave Grandma to your care, my dear sister."