Warning My Mommy is A Savage

chapter 1759

'You go first."

The two of them were only thinking for one another.

'You go first, darling," urged Anthony. "Don't worry about me."

Charmine was closer to the shattered window, anyway.

To this, Charmine did not refuse again as she quickly climbed out. When she got out, however, a stinging pain jolted her, seemingly coming from her feet.

She pressed her lips into a tight line and acted normally, keeping herself afloat as she looked at Anthony.

Anthony was halfway out through the window, about to slither out when Charmine spotted a sharp piece of broken glass stuck on the window. Seeing that he was about to cross over, she quickly plucked it out and tossed it away.

His leg crossed the window right after she removed the shard.

Charmine mentally sighed in relief.

Anthony got out of the car. Upon noticing Charmine was safe and sound, he was just as relieved, too.

As they both floated in seawater, they exchanged glances and understood what they were thinking of.

Anthony held her hand and led her upward, toward the surface, and Charmine felt nothing short of safe with him.

Anthony used one hand to drag the weight of two adults up to the surface, and it proved to be a difficult feat.

However, he did not let go of her hand even if he used up his entire strength. He continued to swim upward.

After a while, the two of them finally made it toward the more shallow part of the sea. As water sloshed about, they floated to the sea surface.

The crowd at the shore cheered and applauded upon noticing both Charmine and Anthony making their way up safely.

Far away, Waverly saw Anthony and Charmine coming back up to the surface. She jolted upright on her chair, unable to register the sight into her mind.

D*mn it!

How could they have made it out, and so quickly at that?

How could they escape so easily from underwater?!

She clenched her wine glass angrily, so furious that— Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Thuck! The heel of the wine glass snapped.

The glass fell to the floor and broke into pieces, and wine spilled all over.

Waverly clenched her fists, her eyes burning with rage and bitterness.

Anthony! Charmine!

Escaping once did not imply they could escape twice, and they would never live in peace so long as she remained! i

Anthony and Charmine stood at the shore, utterly drenched as their clothes glued themselves to their body. Water dripped from their hair, just as wet as their clothes.

They looked at one another and took in mouthfuls of fresh air.

Anthony felt like he was reborn from this. He breathed gently and looked at Charmine, who stood right before him. He hugged her so tightly that he wanted her close to him, always.

The embrace, however, made Charmine struggle to breathe. She patted his back and said, "Let's go up."

Anthony let go of her and caressed her face. Hugging her once more, they then walked toward the beach.

As they walked, however, Anthony spotted Charmine's bleeding calf, and the sight made his heart sink.

He instantly knelt and examined Charmine's leg and was greeted with the sight of a wound on her fair calf, and a long one at that.

Anthony’s face morphed in worry as he looked at her. "Does it hurt?"

Charmine remained calm. "No. Let's go home and sort it out."

Anthony frowned.

He got up and lifted her into his arms, to which Charmine instinctively hooked her arms around his neck.

"I can still walk," she reasoned with Anthony, gazing at his tense face. "I can still walk."

Anthony looked at her and asserted, "I’ll carry you, don't worry!"

Charmine pursed her lips and did not refuse, only nestling herself further into his hold.

Anthony withstood the migraine that gnawed on him and carried her, taking one step at a time on the beach.

Though he struggled, Anthony used up every bit of his strength to minimize her pain.

They finally made it back to the room they booked, and Anthony requested the staff to bring in a first aid box.

Charmine sat on the bed.

Anthony knelt before her, intending to clean her wound. However, Charmine instantly spotted the bruise on his arms below his shirt. She took the box from him and said, "I can clean it myself."