The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Chapter 163: I Can Be Your Mother

Sheldon glanced at his watch.

If it weren’t for the fear that this fool would get into an accident, he would have left right away.

“Do you think I’ll let you go if you don’t talk?” Hunter suddenly lunged to his feet, propping the table with both hands. The frenzy in his eyes was shooting out.

Other guests were eyeing them with curiosity.

“Hunter Johnson!”

At this moment, the door of the cafe was pushed open, and a figure hurried forward, grabbing his arm.

Hunter turned his head and saw Claire hurry over. In an instant, his cold eyes turned into a pool of spring water. “Claire…”

Claire ignored him and said to Sheldon, her voice still cold. “Thank you.”

This was the first time the two had talked after the incident.

Sheldon looked away, too shy to look at her. “It’s okay…”

“I’ll take him away.” Claire dragged Hunter out of the cafe.

Sheldon was taken aback and immediately turned his head, only to find that the opposite side was empty.

Through the floor-to-ceiling window, he saw the two of them standing on the roadside.

Under the neon light, Hunter threw himself on Claire, holding her. He refused to let go.

Sheldon’s eyes dimmed. He clenched the coffee cup tightly, and his tongue was bitter.

“Claire… Claire, I missed you so much…” Hunter rubbed his head against Claire’s neck, sniffing her breath.

He said aggrievedly, “Claire, you didn’t come to me because you raised other dogs outside, right?”

Feeling itchy, Claire pushed the man’s head away and said a little impatiently, “It’s getting late. Go back quickly.”

The man stared at her with his watery eyes, his pupils like glass beads dipped in water, revealing a bit of disappointment, but still mixed with strong liking.

Under this kind of gaze, Claire’s heart did a flip, and in the end, she compromised and said helplessly, “You’re the only dog, satisfied?”

“Okay!” Hunter smiled and threw himself at Claire again, hugging and rocking her vigorously.

Claire was shaken into dizziness. “Can we go back now?”

Hunter let go and suddenly took a step forward, squatting in front of her with his back to her. “Claire, it’ll be tiring to walk. Let me carry you.”

Claire paused, then refused. “No.”

Hunter turned his head, looked at her with eager eyes, and urged. “Hurry up.”

“…”

Claire looked around and saw that there were no people around. She took a step forward and slowly clung to the man’s shoulders with her arms.

Before she could stabilize herself, Hunter had already supported her butt with one hand. He pushed her up, and started walking along the street step by step into the night.

Claire stared at the man’s soft black hair and her ear tips flushed red in the night breeze. She suddenly remembered Ethan Muller’s words.

He turned out to already have… a beloved woman.

What kind of a person was she?

“Claire? Has anyone carried you before?” Hunter suddenly asked her, breaking the silence.

Claire slowly stretched out her arms and put them around the man’s neck. She leaned her head on his shoulder, and answered lazily. “Yes, my mother used to carry me like this.”

“Don’t be sad, Claire.” Hunter comforted her softly.

After a moment of silence, he said very seriously, “I can be your mother.”

“…”

When they returned to the Johnsons’ house, Claire lulled Hunter to sleep.

Claire walked downstairs.

Mr. Hopkins stood in the lobby, rubbing his hands, looking a little embarrassed. “Miss Claire, I’m really sorry for what happened last time… my attitude was too bad.”

Claire didn’t care about it though. She touched the portrait in her pocket and said solemnly, “Keep an eye on Hunter during this period of time. Don’t let him step out of the house.”

Mr. Hopkins was a little surprised but didn’t ask much.

As if knowing why she said so, he nodded. “I see.”

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