NovelEnglishThe True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities
Chapter 51 - Do You Need Me To Accompany You?Chapter 51: Do You Need Me To Accompany You?
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Claire’s voice was a little cold and impatient. “You can go out now.”
Ada looked at her back, which looked thin yet arrogant and seemed to have spikes on it. She seemed to push her thousands of miles away.
She had prepared a good excuse but now it was useless.
Even if Phoebe wasn’t ill, she had no plans to go with Claire.
To go with Phoebe, she would be in the limelight.
To go with Claire, however, people would only laugh at and gossip about her.
The classroom was noisy.
All the students were discussing the sports meeting.
Derek rested his chin in a hand, looked at the empty seat of Phoebe in front, and asked. “Claire, who in your family will take part in the sports meeting with you?”
Claire was tugging on her headphones. She said casually, “I’ll be alone.”
“Huh?” Derek screamed. “Alone?!”
Claire glanced at him coldly. “Yes, do you have a problem with it?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDerek didn’t speak, and stared at Claire, with pity in his eyes.
Wow, Hunter’s fiancée is too pitiful!
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“Really?”
In the study, Hunter leaned against a chair, resting his cheek in one hand and holding a book with the other. Under the light, his head was lowered, his side face was stern, and his eyes were cold.
Derek sat opposite him, nodding hard. “Yes, though Claire said she didn’t mind, I could see the deep sadness in her eyes.”
The corner of Mr. Hopkins’ mouth twitched.
He was visibly exaggerating…
Hunter closed the book with a snap, and tilted his head. He remained silent for a few seconds before he finally made a decision.
There was a hint of… pleased helplessness in his tone. “If that’s the case, I will accompany her. Mr. Hopkins, arrange my schedule.”
“Yes, sure.” Mr. Hopkins thought.
Arrange your schedule? But you have been idle all day long.
“Do I need to tell Miss Claire about this?”
“No, just give her a surprise.” Hunter leaned back in the chair lazily.
He stroked his chin, and raised his eyebrows with satisfaction. “The little thing must be sad now, feeling lonely and helpless. I’m afraid she will cry when she suddenly sees me that day.”
Mr. Hopkins smiled awkwardly.
A surprise?
More like a fright!
Claire went to Gallon’s apartment as usual for hypnotherapy.
The result was still not good.
She remembered the vague voice, calling her Claire, affectionately and determinedly.
But she still couldn’t see the man’s face.
It seemed that something was covering her eyes.
After the therapy, it was time for dinner, so Claire stayed on.
Gallon’s cooking skills were good, and the food he made suited her taste very well.
While eating, Gallon suddenly asked her. “Your school is going to hold the annual home sports competition soon, right?”
Claire paused slightly. “Why do you even know this?”
“Of course…” Gallon raised his head arrogantly. “My nickname is Mr. Know-all, OK?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmClaire rolled her eyes at him.
“By the way, who in the Smiths will take part in the competition with you?” Gallon asked again.
Claire bit her chopsticks. “No one.”
“What?” Gallon scowled. “That’s too much.”
Claire shrugged and gave a careless smile. “I didn’t want them to accompany me anyway.”
“Do you need me to accompany you?”
Claire shook her head. “No need.”
“Oh, pick me!” Gallon blinked. “I haven’t exercised in a long time. I want to move my muscles and bones.”
“Alright, if you want.” Claire said casually.
On the day of the sports meet, the school was crowded.
Gallon got up early, and in order not to disgrace Claire, he was dressed up properly.
He went to the principal’s office and knocked on the door.
There was silence inside.
Just when he thought there was no one inside, a cold voice suddenly came from inside.
“Come in.”
Gallon pushed the door open and entered, only to see a young man leaning against the sofa in the huge principal’s office.
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