The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 730 His childhood sweetheart

Anthony's hand, who was holing a bowl, paused, and he stopped talking.

Mavis glanced at his expression.

Recalling that the marriage agreement signed by the two was a hidden marriage, she said decisively

and sensibly, "It doesn't matter. I don't really care much about wedding. As long as we are sincerely

together and go hand in hand for the rest of our lives, that's enough. These rituals can be completely

canceled.”

"Also, Anthony is usually busy with work and has a lot of things to do, so how can he have so much

time for the wedding?"

Timothy tutted and sighed, "You are really nice, very pragmatic, unlike those young ladies who are

squeamish."

After he said this, Rebecca immediately became unhappy, "What are you talking about, Timothy! Who

is squeamish!"

She was sitting next to him. Did he point at other people but abuse her?

Timothy smiled awkwardly, "Haha, it's not about you. Don't think too much."

Anthony, who didn't speak in the main seat, answered, "What's wrong? Rebecca is originally our

beloved lady, our cutest little sister."

Rebecca was so happy that she seemed to overwhelm Melissa's place in Anthony's heart.

"Anthony, you're the best~" She winked at him and her fingers gestured for a heart shape.

Anthony just laughed and continued to eat.

Timothy glanced at them, then focused on Mavis again, and continued the conversation just now.

"Mavis, although you are considerate of Anthony, and you don't care about the wedding, I always feel a

little wronged if you don't have it."

With the idea, he was eager, "How about this? First announce the news of your marriage on the official

website of Callahan Group, and wait for the wedding to be held in the future when Anthony is free?"

Mavis' face stiffened.

Wasn't this meal tonight on the topic of the wedding?

"Anthony, what's your opinion?" Timothy looked at Anthony.

Anthony lowered his eyes to eat. His blue eyes showed no emotion, "It's up to my wife." Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

"That's great." Timothy smiled and asked Mavis again, "Look, Anthony agreed."

"I..."

Mavis's grip on the fork tightened.

Anthony said so, which meant it was based on the terms of the marriage agreement.

But he let her answer this question, and Timothy was so enthusiastic that she didn't know how to

answer it.

She looked at Anthony for help.

Anthony ate the food intently, as if the topic had nothing to do with him, and he was an outsider, leaving

it to Mavis to figure it out.

Mavis bit her lower lip, thinking.

Seeing the embarrassment on her face, Rebecca seemed to understand, and said for helping her, "Oh,

Timothy, don't ask any more. You've made her shy. This is her first introduction. You have asked many

questions. It's annoying."

Timothy looked confused, "I'm not doing this for her, okay?"

"You take it for granted, but Mavis's hometown is in... Teflayria. All her relatives are not here. I guess

they don't know about Mavis' marriage. She's reluctant to publicize, reluctant to hold the wedding. And

there is always a reason. This is a matter between Anthony and his wife, so don't mess it up."

Timothy was speechless.

Rebecca continued, "Besides, it's really not a big deal to not have a wedding. If Anthony and Mavis are

willing, it would be good to take time out to travel in the future. Young people now advocate this."

"Also, I remember Rara and Malcolm haven't had a wedding until now. Their kids are five years old. I

heard they went on a trip once before. I guess they don't plan to have a wedding. Is there any chance

for Rara to wear a wedding dress again?"

"I heard when Rara got married for the first time, there was no wedding, so she took a wedding photo

in her wedding dress..."

She said more and more vigorously.

The more Anthony heard, the more serious his expression became.

Finally, with a bang sound, he put the cutlery on the table, got up and left.

"I'm full. You guys take your time."

Walking up the stairs, he disappeared in the stairs in less than a minute.

Rebecca shook her head and said to herself, "It's been so many years. He's married himself, but he

still can't hear me say anything about Rara's unhappy life before."

Mavis heard it and felt the unusual.

"Rebecca, the Rara you're talking about has a special relationship with Mr. Callahan ... Anthony

before? Why can't he hear these?"

Rebecca smiled awkwardly, "I almost forgot you're sitting here. It happened many years ago. She's just

a childhood sweetheart. It's not important."

Childhood sweetheart?

Mavis thought deeply.

If the reason Anthony was always uncertain was this woman, how could it be not important...

Seeing her in a trance, Rebecca took the initiative to serve her dishes, tried to make up for what she

had missed, and continued,

"Mavis, try this. I like it very much. Don't think about the stuff about Anthony and Rara. It's really not a

big deal. Since he chose to marry you, it means his heart is on you now."

Timothy pursed his lips and choked heavily.

What nonsense was she talking about? The more she described it, the ambiguous it got.

"Mavis, ignore her. She's talking nonsense. Have the meal first. The chefs of our home are no less

skilled than those five-star restaurants' outside. You can eat more. It's best to try every dish."

"Okay, thanks."

Mavis continued eating without thinking about it.

But she silently remembered the woman's name .

...

10 p.m.

Anthony worked overtime in the study.

Mavis knocked on the door of his study with a glass of fresh juice from the kitchen.

"Come in."

His calm tone sounded very noble.

Mavis pushed the door in and put the juice on his desk. "Thank you, Mr. Callahan, for helping me in the

yard today. I will pay more attention in the future, and I won't cause you trouble."

Anthony's hand on the keyboard stopped and he looked up slowly at her.

"I don't think you're causing trouble. I just think it's a little strange. Judging from your performance

today, you don't seem like a person who can be bullied. Pola asked you to clean the yard, but why did

you really do it?"

Mavis drooped her hands and silently grabbed her skirt, "She said I was staying in your room and lazed

because I were your personal maid. I think since you have said I'm a maid, I should pretend to be a

maid. After all, the other servants are working, and I'm the only one who stay in the room and don't go

out, so I did that, but I didn't expect her to come to find fault so blatantly."

This was a very clear explanation.

Anthony looked at her, saw her nervous movements, and suddenly had an idea.

When Mavis wasn't paying attention, he suddenly grabbed Mavis' arm.

Without waiting for her to react, he directly pulled Mavis into his arms and let her sit on his lap.

Mavis looked at him in shock, and soon her forehead became hot and her face flushed.

"Mr. Callahan?"