Chapter 1925: Anton Ford Is Thinking of Her

Night.

Anton Ford sat on the second-floor terrace of the villa, the room wasn’t lit with the main light, the bright moonlight poured down, covering the yard with a layer of silver gauze, today’s stars are very bright, twinkling, patch by patch.

The night is incredibly quiet.

He wasn’t drinking, just sitting alone in the rattan chair, his car parked in the yard, the streetlight in the yard emitting a warm yellow glow.

He looked into the distance, sadness in his eyes.

"Anton Ford, do you think we’ll get into the same university?"

"We certainly will."

"Anton Ford, do you think we’ll get married after graduating from university?"

"Of course we will, we’ll have a wedding trip, even if it’s a budget trip, we’ll travel all over the world, we can become video bloggers, I’ll learn photography well."

"Anton Ford, what’s your dream?"

"Open a shop, make fried rice with eggs."

"Haha, are you hungry?"

"Yes..."

After many years, he recalls that afternoon, Anton Ford still remembers Abby’s voice and her smile at that time.

At night, Anton Ford withdrew his gaze and also pulled back his thoughts, he picked up the cup in front of him and took a sip of water.

Tomorrow he’ll see Abby, she’s grown up, has she grown taller? She’s probably become prettier, right?

Tomorrow he and Abby have a scene together, so he won’t drink tonight.

Anton Miller has recently been thinking seriously about the past, during high school, he indeed lacked boundaries, but he was definitely not promiscuous.

Other than Abby, he never dated any other girls.

From a young age, he lacked warmth and love from his family, so he particularly cherishes everyone around him who treats him well.

He is very loyal, treats both guys and girls well, and enjoys everyone’s kindness to him, he believes men and women can be purely friends, as long as he doesn’t develop feelings.

Abby was the only girl who touched his heart, and she was the only girl he ever kissed...

Later, the girls who briefly stayed around him, he never kissed any of them, he’s almost obsessive, thinking kissing is something particularly sacred.

But when Abby broke up, she called him a playboy, just from seeing some stickers of him with his female classmates, those two words really hurt his heart.

He was also angry, after extreme sadness and grief, he increasingly wanted to become a playboy...

Anyway, Abby Sawyer had sentenced him to death, he wanted to show her what a real playboy looked like, but unfortunately, she completely disappeared...

These years, Anton Ford’s heart has always been unhappy, always keeping an important place for Abby.

That girl is like a thorn in his heart, piercing there, it hurts untreated, dealing with it would make it bleed... and hurt too.

Tomorrow he’ll see Abby, he’s enduring time, really looking forward to it.

When night gets deeper, he takes a shower, lies on the bed, full of images of her, the more he wants to sleep early and get up early to see her, the more he can’t fall asleep...

That feeling, a bit of anticipation, a bit of sweetness, and a bit of hard endurance.

At dawn the next morning, the sky turned fish-belly white.

Janelle Mills leisurely awoke in the king-sized bed of the master bedroom, but there was already no one beside her, she instantly cleared up, then propped herself up out of bed.

Wearing a white nightgown, she stepped downstairs with slippered cat-like steps into the living room.

She glanced through the floor-to-ceiling windows to see his car parked outside.

Then she paced towards the dining room, when Janelle saw Trevor’s busy figure in front of the stove, her gaze became even more tender and charming.

Taking soft steps towards him... wanting to give him a surprise.

But sharp Trevor still sensed her arrival, turning his gaze to her, "Good morning."

The girl halted her steps, smiling, "I moved so softly, how did you sense it?"

"Because I smell your scent." Trevor’s eyes filled with adoration, he turned back to continue pan-frying the steak.

The girl raised her sleeve to her nose and sniffed, no scent at all!

Then she walked to him, gently hugging him from behind, she pressed her cheek lightly against his back, docile like a little cat.