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nTranslator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

nClaire’s voice was a little cold and impatient. “You can go out now.”

nAda looked at her back, which looked thin yet arrogant and seemed to have spikes on it. She seemed to push her thousands of miles away.

nShe had prepared a good excuse but now it was useless.

nEven if Phoebe wasn’t ill, she had no plans to go with Claire.

nTo go with Phoebe, she would be in the limelight.

nTo go with Claire, however, people would only laugh at and gossip about her.

nThe classroom was noisy.

nAll the students were discussing the sports meeting.

nDerek rested his chin in a hand, looked at the empty seat of Phoebe in front, and asked. “Claire, who in your family will take part in the sports meeting with you?”

nClaire was tugging on her headphones. She said casually, “I’ll be alone.”

n“Huh?” Derek screamed. “Alone?!”

nClaire glanced at him coldly. “Yes, do you have a problem with it?”

nDerek didn’t speak, and stared at Claire, with pity in his eyes.

nWow, Hunter’s fiancée is too pitiful!

n——

n“Really?”

nIn the study, Hunter leaned against a chair, resting his cheek in one hand and holding a book with the other. Under the light, his head was lowered, his side face was stern, and his eyes were cold.

nDerek sat opposite him, nodding hard. “Yes, though Claire said she didn’t mind, I could see the deep sadness in her eyes.”

nThe corner of Mr. Hopkins’ mouth twitched.

nHe was visibly exaggerating…

nHunter closed the book with a snap, and tilted his head. He remained silent for a few seconds before he finally made a decision.

nThere was a hint of… pleased helplessness in his tone. “If that’s the case, I will accompany her. Mr. Hopkins, arrange my schedule.”

n“Yes, sure.” Mr. Hopkins thought.

nArrange your schedule? But you have been idle all day long.

n“Do I need to tell Miss Claire about this?”

n“No, just give her a surprise.” Hunter leaned back in the chair lazily.

nHe stroked his chin, and raised his eyebrows with satisfaction. “The little thing must be sad now, feeling lonely and helpless. I’m afraid she will cry when she suddenly sees me that day.”

nMr. Hopkins smiled awkwardly.

nA surprise?

nMore like a fright!

nClaire went to Gallon’s apartment as usual for hypnotherapy.

nThe result was still not good.

nShe remembered the vague voice, calling her Claire, affectionately and determinedly.

nBut she still couldn’t see the man’s face.

nIt seemed that something was covering her eyes.

nAfter the therapy, it was time for dinner, so Claire stayed on.

nGallon’s cooking skills were good, and the food he made suited her taste very well.

nWhile eating, Gallon suddenly asked her. “Your school is going to hold the annual home sports competition soon, right?”

nClaire paused slightly. “Why do you even know this?”

n“Of course…” Gallon raised his head arrogantly. “My nickname is Mr. Know-all, OK?”

nClaire rolled her eyes at him.

n“By the way, who in the Smiths will take part in the competition with you?” Gallon asked again.

nClaire bit her chopsticks. “No one.”

n“What?” Gallon scowled. “That’s too much.”

nClaire shrugged and gave a careless smile. “I didn’t want them to accompany me anyway.”

n“Do you need me to accompany you?”

nClaire shook her head. “No need.”

n“Oh, pick me!” Gallon blinked. “I haven’t exercised in a long time. I want to move my muscles and bones.”

n“Alright, if you want.” Claire said casually.

nOn the day of the sports meet, the school was crowded.

nGallon got up early, and in order not to disgrace Claire, he was dressed up properly.

nHe went to the principal’s office and knocked on the door.

nThere was silence inside.

nJust when he thought there was no one inside, a cold voice suddenly came from inside.

n“Come in.”

nGallon pushed the door open and entered, only to see a young man leaning against the sofa in the huge principal’s office.

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