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nTranslator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

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

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

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n“Where are you going?” Hunter’s voice suddenly turned cold.

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nClaire replied crossly. “Go home and sleep. Let go!”

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n“It’s so late. Do you dare to go back alone?”

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n“What do you mean?”

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nWhy didn’t she dare to go back alone?

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nThe man suddenly chuckled behind her. “Little thing, stop pretending. You are shaking with fear, OK?”

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nShe was shaking with anger!

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nHunter 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.”

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n“…”

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nGo away! Who needs him to do that!

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

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nMr. Hopkins, who was acting as the driver, was dumbfounded. “Mr. Johnson? This…”

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

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nLooking at Claire who was struggling, a smile flashed across his eyes. “Are you happy now?”

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nClaire gasped slightly from exhaustion, and her delicate cheeks were flushed. “Happy about what?”

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n“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.

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nClaire couldn’t bear it anymore. “Get lost!”

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nHunter 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.

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nThe man said in a playful tone, “Little thing, you’re sharp-tongued.”

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n“My hands are sharper.” Claire raised her arm and directly hit the man’s handsome face with a punch.

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

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

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nHunter 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.

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nLike a dormant beast, he glared at Claire in disbelief. “How dare you hit me?!”

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nClaire raised her head and met the man’s gaze without fear. “You can hit back.”

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nHunter suddenly lifted his palm.

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

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

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

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

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n“…”

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nMr. Hopkins coughed awkwardly. “Um… Mr. Johnson, we have arrived at the Smiths’ mansion.”

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

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nThrough 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.

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nAfter waiting for quite a while, Mr. Hopkins couldn’t help reminding him. “Mr. Johnson, she has gone…”

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nHunter retracted his gaze, and lowered his head.

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nHe 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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n“…”

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nJudging 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.

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nThinking of this, Mr. Hopkins sighed. “Mr. Johnson, I think… Miss Claire seems to be unwilling to…”

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nHunter 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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nEarly in the morning.

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nClaire reached school and entered the classroom.

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

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n“What’s this… oh my god, my eyes!”

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n“Wow, they’re… really open about sex!”

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n“Wait… This seems to be Tom…”

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