Chapter 6: Two-Timing?

The lobby of Hotel Finest was lavishly decorated, and the neat and clean marble floor reflected light.

Anthony sat on the sofa and stared in the direction of the elevator.

The Hunts’ hotel management was strict, and the front desk refused to sell their customers’ information. Thus, he could only come over early in the morning to wait, in hopes that he could catch the woman.

His hard work paid off, and he finally found her.

He jumped onto his feet when the graceful figure carelessly came out. With a bouquet of roses in his hands, he blocked her path in what he thought was a very charming manner. “Hello, beautiful. What a coincidence, I didn’t expect for us to meet again!”

Nora was rendered speechless.

They had already annulled their engagement, so why was this guy still showing up in front of her again and again?

Anthony, who didn’t notice her annoyance at all, said with a smile: “Since it seems like we’re destined to be, surely you should tell me your name now?”

Nora narrowed her eyes.

She originally couldn’t be bothered to pay him any attention, but when she thought of how he had also been in the delivery room back when she was giving birth… Perhaps she could try sounding him out.

 

Her lips slowly parted. “Isabel Anderson.”

Anderson was her mother’s last name.

Anthony’s eyes lit up. “Are you free, Miss Anderson? Coincidence is a wonderful thing. How about going to the cafe next door and having a chat?”

Nora nodded without much care.

Anthony walked in front eagerly. “This way, Miss Anderson… By the way, where’s your younger sister?”

Nora raised her brows. “My younger sister?”

“Yes, that little girl who came out of the airport with you yesterday. You look only about 20 years old; surely you can’t possibly have a daughter who’s already that age, right?” Anthony jested, thinking he was being humorous.

“…” Nora couldn’t be bothered to explain. Instead, she replied, “Let’s go upstairs.”

“It’s just as well that she isn’t here. That way, she won’t bother us… The cakes from the cafe over there are pretty good. You can bring some back for your sister later…”

to chase a woman was

very experienced

inspected the hotel, stared coldly at

Hunt! Never mind that

she even referred to her daughter as her younger sister when she was lying to someone

all over his face. Was

even the temperature in the entire lobby seemed to

said frostily,

“Yes, sir.”

by the window. In a matter of a few words, she had made Anthony turn

was eager to explain himself, yet his tone was mocking

scumbag, Miss Anderson. You don’t know how ugly that fatty is. There’s so much flesh on her face that even her eyes were nearly squeezed shut. When she walks, it’s as if the whole place is

obesity is due to hormonal injections. Hah, she speaks as if she’ll be

also mentally ill. She dropped out of elementary school in third grade, and stayed at home ever since, cooping herself up every day in her room. She doesn’t even kick up

an uneducated, illiterate, and mentally impaired fatty like that,

close to nodding off as she listened to him with her

crying and kicking up a fuss were useless in

firmly in her mind—she must be plain and mediocre, and that she was not allowed to show her wit and ingenuity before she became of age. She had said that this was the only way her life

really hate the Smiths’ behavior. If it weren’t for that company, I wouldn’t be humoring Angela

realized that he had said too much, hurriedly asked, “Oh, what am I

casually made up an answer. “New

from New

That was a big-name family comparable to the

to come from such a wealthy family. No wonder you

assumptions

her coffee cup had tightened slightly. “I heard that your fiancée gave birth to a child five years

Miss Anderson! That fatty

was that Nora had only given birth

would incur the people’s wrath if anyone knew that they had done something

don’t want

the coffee cup down heavily on the table and pretended that

panicked. He reached out to grab her. “That’s not what

raised an eyebrow. “So, are you going

wealthy families were what many people liked to talk about idly. Just like gossip about celebrities, a lot of people

reluctantly. “Uncle Henry—Henry Smith—was the one that handled it back then. I really don’t know

seem to be lying, Nora lost interest right

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