100m Yuan Wife: Buy One Get One

Mr. and Mrs. Kurt were busy in the kitchen. Mrs. Kurt stretched her head out occasionally to see the two of them chatting happily with each other. She was elated and asked Mr. Kurt if they were a good match.

Mr. Kurt agreed that they were and both of them smiled at each other before continuing the dinner preparation. They laughed and fooled around occasionally, making their strong relationship evident even without telling the others.

Antony played chess with Eleven and he backed her into a corner. She thought that Antony was a little strange. If he did play seriously, she would have lost long ago. He could have defeated her easily, but he didn't.

He had always liked to drive her into a desperate situation. It seemed like he would kill her, but in the end, he was kind enough to let her live.

"Anthony, you're sneaky." Eleven commented.

"How can playing chess be associated with being insidious?" Anthony pretended to be puzzled and had a faint smile. He looked just like a noble young man, and people wouldn't doubt his intentions. Instead, they would believe that you have wronged him.

"You were a sneaky person right from the start." Eleven said.

Playing chess with him was… frustrating. She couldn't beat him no matter how hard she tried. How she wished Scheming Chu was there. Indeed, people who are scheming were good at such things. Scheming Chu was also the best at chess.

"Why did you say that I wasn't beautiful then?" Anthony sneered.

Eleven felt awkward. 'What is he saying?'

"You don't think that I'm beautiful. I'm not happy about that, so I'm pulling a prank on you." Anthony said briefly.

Eleven laughed and couldn't help saying that he had the temperament of a child. 'How old is he? Why is he being serious over such matters? Moreover, not many guys would like to be told that they are beautiful.'

"I thought you'd like me to praise you for being handsome, not beautiful."

"If you like beautiful men, it doesn't matter if you praise me for being beautiful." Anthony acted as if he was the generous man. Eleven didn't know whether to cry or laugh. 'He's really one of a kind!'

'Wait…'

"Don't say these misleading things." Eleven said with a smile.

Anthony laughed without speaking.

"How many days will you stay here?" Anthony asked with his sky blue eyes fixed on her.

Eleven thought about it and said, "I'll go when the roads on the mountain become accessible."

"What a pity. The roads on the mountain may not be accessible for a long time." Anthony said. His scheming smile soon disappeared.

"This road is the only connection between the village and the outside world. How can it be inaccessible for such a long time? The road should have been cleared once the snow had stopped." Eleven said. She had planned to go to the house where she had lived with Mo Ye before the next day.

She didn't know if the place was still there. Eleven clasped her fingers a little and sneered. She might be the only fool who remembers that place so clearly.

The headquarters had already become a village. The house might not be there anymore.

Anthony stopped talking and Eleven came back to her senses. She asked, "When are you leaving?"

"When the road is accessible."

"Are you sure you and your lover were separated here?" Eleven couldn't help but doubt his words. Would a boyfriend who had lost his lover talk and laugh with other women as if nothing had happened?

"Yes." Anthony said with a slight sorrow in his eyes. "I go out to find her every day and I hope that she knows that she can wait for me, and I am waiting for her."

His feelings were sincere and moving. It was a lie saying that no one would doubt him. At first, Eleven had suspected of lying about his lover. But after hearing what he said, she believed him again.

"Good luck!" Eleven gave her blessings.

Anthony looked at her so deeply that she thought she was his lover, and he seemed to be waiting for her. Eleven was a little afraid to look him in the eye, but if she avoided his gaze, would it mean that she was guilty?

She didn't have to feel guilty, so she didn't avoid his gaze. Anthony looked attentively at her, with a gaze that was filled with enthusiasm. However, the enthusiasm seemed to be suppressed by him.

Eleven's heart skipped a beat. Anthony smiled. "Thank you."

"Little Seven!" Anthony exclaimed. It was his turn to play chess, but he couldn't help shouting Eleven's name. He wanted to say something, but he held his words back in the end.

Eleven remained doubtful and wanted to ask him about it. However, he hid all his emotions and concentrated on playing chess. It was hard for her to open her mouth then.

That man was weird.

He had hidden his emotions deep and nobody could decipher them. The smile that he had on his face seemed to be fake and she felt a little uneasy. She had always hated people who put up facades, but to the thought of it, she was also hiding her own emotions. She had no right to feel uneasy.

She could feel that he really loved his other half. However, she also felt that this man was too hard to understand. To be accurate, it should be said that he would show you whatever he wanted you to know, but would never let you see through whatever he didn't want you to know.

The snow was falling lightly outside. The fragrance of food came from the kitchen gradually.

Anthony was still on the chessboard with Eleven. He was not in a hurry to beat her, and was playing with her as if he was passing time. He had enjoyed the harmonious atmosphere between them. Besides, Eleven hadn't rejected him.

It was inevitable to feel happy, but the feeling of mockery was even stronger.

"Little Seven, if the person you love had hurt you, will you forgive him?" Anthony asked, with his eyes locked on her face.

Eleven raised her eyebrows. "Did you hurt your lover?"

"I didn't mean to."

"Did you hurt her badly?"

Anthony nodded. 'Yes, badly.'

"Then we'll have to see how much she loves you."

"What do you mean?"

Eleven recalled what Cheng Anya had said and used her words again. "If the wound is too deep, she might leave you forever. But, if this woman loves you more than herself, she will forgive you."

"Really?" Anthony lowered his eyes. There was a moment of sorrow in his eyes.

He looked at the chessboard in silence, and the hair covering his forehead brushed against his eyes and face, covering the light in his eyes. He was motionless for quite a while before he turned his head away to look at the snow outside when Eleven looked at him curiously.

As if his world was filled with snow and coldness.

Eleven watched his side profile and her emotions fluctuated. He stayed silent. His looks were very similar to Mo Ye when he wiped the smile off his face.

He was immersed in his own world, and was in pain. He was looking out of the window while she focused on his side profile. Everything stopped, even the world. Only the snow outside kept falling.

Anthony came back to his senses and stopped himself from staring outside the window when he felt Eleven's stare. He turned back and met her gaze. His gaze darkened while Eleven was embarrassed.

"Why did you look at me like that?" Anthony asked her.

Eleven looked at his beautiful face, and lost her smile. She said calmly, "You look like someone I know."

Anthony was taken aback and chuckled evilly. It was attractive and a little sexy. With his beautiful hands resting on his chin, he teased, "If you were so distracted by me, let me guess, did I remind you of your lover?"

Eleven laughed coquettishly. "Enemy!" She said nonchalantly.

Anthony laughed and his eyes were twinkling with mischief. "Even enemies can make you obsessed. It seems like it's not that bad to be your enemy."

'Obsessed?'

'What a joke. How did he come to that conclusion?'

"I'm glad that your lover is not here, or she might try to kill me." Eleven said as if nothing had happened. Why was he always flirting with her?

Eleven was a straightforward person who couldn't decipher men's mind. Blackjack, Jason, Bai Ye and Ross did not have girlfriends, so they never say such things. Even if Scheming Chu had Rong Yan, the number of times she had seen Scheming Chu being angry was way more than the number of times they had flirted.

The only special case was Third Young Master Ye. When she was in City A, she had often heard Third Young Master Ye flirt with Anya, while the corners of the young kid's lips twitched. At first, she didn't understand what he was saying, until Ye Wei explained it to her.

The feeling he gave her was the same douche feeling that Third Young Master Ye had.

"Why?" Anthony asked blankly.

"She would be jealous."

Anthony chuckled and looked at her deeply. His smile grew wider and it was obvious that he was in a good mood.

They played chess again for a while. The fragrance of food that came from the kitchen was getting stronger. Eleven could not help but probe into the kitchen, and her stomach growled. Anthony looked at her with a loving smile.

"Hungry?"

"It smells so good." Eleven said. It was the smell of stewed beef and potatoes, which was a famous and special Russian dish. She thought that the food must be delicious just by smelling the aroma.

"You have a good appetite."

"No, it's just that I haven't had hot food in two days." Eleven said. Those cheese couldn't compare to the aroma of hot food.

"Why not?"

"No appetite." Eleven paused and smiled awkwardly. "I've had a serious illness in the past, and it might have hurt my stomach, which led to a decreased appetite. But, my appetite had gotten better recently."

Anthony's smile faded and his eyes drooped.

She had said those words casually, but who could imagine how painful and cruel must it be for her? She acted as if she was telling the stories of other people. Indeed, she was role-playing another person now.

"It's your move now. Why are you in a daze?" Eleven urged him. As Anthony did not react, Eleven reached out her arm to touch his shoulders. As if it was a reflex action, Anthony clasped her wrist all of a sudden with a gaze sharp as a knife.

Eleven twisted her wrist instinctively and wanted to fight back, but Anthony loosened his grip suddenly. He had used too much strength and bruised Eleven's wrist. Ever since she had escaped from Mo Ye, her skin would bruise easily with just a slight force.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"

"It's okay. It doesn't hurt." Eleven said nonchalantly. If someone had reached for her when she was in trance, she would have also reacted and attacked that person instinctively.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" Anthony kept apologizing as if he didn't hear her.