The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

"What are you doing?" Claire was taken aback, her feet hanging above the ground.

The man's chest was pressing against her back, and even through the clothes, she could feel a scorching heat.

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"Where are you going?" Hunter's voice suddenly turned cold.

Claire replied crossly. "Go home and sleep. Let go!"

"It's so late. Do you dare to go back alone?"

"What do you mean?"

Why didn't she dare to go back alone?

The man suddenly chuckled behind her. "Little thing, stop pretending. You are shaking with fear, OK?"

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She was shaking with anger!

Hunter looked at the delicate girl in his arms and frowned slightly as if he was lost in thought. After a while, he finally said helplessly, "Fine, I'll take pity on you and take you home."

"…"

Go away! Who needs him to do that!

Claire struggled desperately, but couldn't match the strength of the man, and was dragged into the car.

Mr. Hopkins, who was acting as the driver, was dumbfounded. "Mr. Johnson? This…"

Hunter sat down with Claire on his lap as if holding a baby, and said coldly to Mr. Hopkins, "Go to the Smiths."

Looking at Claire who was struggling, a smile flashed across his eyes. "Are you happy now?"

Claire gasped slightly from exhaustion, and her delicate cheeks were flushed. "Happy about what?"

"Of course, being alone with me so closely." The man raised his eyebrows and answered with confidence, with a hint of complacency in his tone.

Claire couldn't bear it anymore. "Get lost!"

Hunter narrowed his beautifully-shaped eyes, and suddenly cupped the back of Claire's head with his broad palm. He pulled her closer until their breaths entangled with each other's wantonly.

The man said in a playful tone, "Little thing, you're sharp-tongued."

"My hands are sharper." Claire raised her arm and directly hit the man's handsome face with a punch.

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Mr. Hopkins's palms slipped on the steering wheel and he almost banged the car into a tree.

The man let out a muffled groan. His face was hit sideways and his expression was unseen, hidden in the dark.

Hunter touched the place where he was hit with the tip of his tongue in his mouth and slowly turned his head. His eyes were shining with a cold glint.

Like a dormant beast, he glared at Claire in disbelief. "How dare you hit me?!"

Claire raised her head and met the man's gaze without fear. "You can hit back."

Hunter suddenly lifted his palm.

Claire clenched the knife in her cuff. As long as he dared to beat her, she could cut his hand tendon in an instant.

However, the man's hand paused for a few seconds and fell on her cheek, gently stroking it.

The coldness in his eyes dissipated, replaced by a playful smile.

Immediately afterwards, he said in an extremely overbearing tone, "Very good, little thing, you have succeeded in attracting my attention."

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"…"

Mr. Hopkins coughed awkwardly. "Um… Mr. Johnson, we have arrived at the Smiths' mansion."

Hearing this, Claire pushed aside Hunter, opened the door, and ran away quickly, as if escaping from a plague.

Through the car window, Hunter stared at the girl's back in the dark night. His aggressive stare seemed to burn two holes in her body.

After waiting for quite a while, Mr. Hopkins couldn't help reminding him. "Mr. Johnson, she has gone…"

Hunter retracted his gaze, and lowered his head.

He pinched the space between his eyebrows, and his expression gradually became irritable. "Mr. Hopkins, the little thing loves me so much. How do you think I should refuse her so as not to hurt her little fragile heart?"

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"…"

Judging from the situation in the car just now, Mr. Hopkins heartily sympathized with Claire. He couldn't imagine what a mess their married life would be.

Thinking of this, Mr. Hopkins sighed. "Mr. Johnson, I think… Miss Claire seems to be unwilling to…"

Hunter raised his eyes and cast a cold glance at him. "She was being shy. Forget it, you won't understand. Go back."

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Early in the morning.

Claire reached school and entered the classroom.

Different from the usual hustle and bustle, the atmosphere in the classroom was weird. Everyone was staring at their cell phones, dumbstruck.

"What's this… oh my god, my eyes!"

"Wow, they're… really open about sex!"

"Wait… This seems to be Tom…"