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…”

woman was to please everyone

was very experienced in

had just inspected the hotel, stared coldly at the

Lawrence, his assistant, curled his lip. “That woman’s too much, Mr. Hunt! Never mind that she had deliberately approached Pete to please you,

was lying to someone else! I didn’t even

marks all over his face. Was this really something to

eyes, and even the temperature in the entire lobby seemed

said frostily, “Look her

“Yes, sir.”

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

was eager to explain himself, yet

that fatty is. There’s so much flesh on her face that even her eyes

using the excuse that her obesity is due to hormonal injections. Hah, she speaks as if she’ll be a beauty if she slims

and stayed at home ever since, cooping herself up every day in her room. She doesn’t even kick up a fuss when anyone hits or scolds her, much less

uneducated, illiterate, and mentally impaired fatty like that,

listened to

and kicking

hit was that she had always kept her mother’s last words firmly in her mind—she must be plain and mediocre, and

If it weren’t for that company,

asked, “Oh, what am I saying such things for? Where are

made up

from

a big-name family comparable to the

even more. “I didn’t expect you to come from such a wealthy family.

about his assumptions and continued

cup had tightened slightly. “I heard that your fiancée gave birth

rumor, Miss Anderson! That fatty took

Smiths publicly announced was that Nora had

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

Since you don’t want to say

that

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

“So, are

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

“Uncle Henry—Henry Smith—was the one that handled it back then.

Anthony didn’t seem to be lying, Nora

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