She Becomes Glamorous After The Engagement Annulment

Chapter 143: What’s Your Relationship With Mr. Hunt, Ms. Smith?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Joel stopped abruptly in his tracks, a touch of surprise forming in his upturned eyes.

Justin Hunt was with Nora Smith?

What was the relationship between the two of them?

Suddenly, the people inside seemingly noticed the movement outside, and Justin’s razor-sharp gaze penetrated through the window.

Joel quickly stepped backward and hid to the side. He didn’t look inside anymore. However, he could hear violent thuds and thumps coming from within. There were sounds of their bodies hitting the wall, as well as muffled grunts from colliding against each other. He could also hear gasps in between…

The intense activity made even Joel blush.

He took another step back and slipped away quietly as if he was afraid that they would discover him. Now, that would be awkward.

.

The last time he could remember hearing such children-inappropriate sounds was back when he was still with Tanya five years ago. As for Hillary, it was because he had been drunk one night. He clearly remembered that the person he was with in bed was Tanya, yet when he woke up, it became Hillary instead…

In his memories, he had never slept with Hillary before.

Not in the past, let alone during the last five years.

Joel didn’t continue going to the ward in front but returned to Ian’s ward instead.

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In the stairwell.

With her leg blocked, Nora’s fist came into play. Spying an opening, she threw a punch at his left shoulder.

After succeeding, she finally ended the fight and took a step back, pulling away from him. She said coldly, “Mr. Hunt, please keep an appropriate distance from me.”

Justin held his shoulder. From the look of it, his injury seemed pretty serious. He gave her a wry smile and said, “You seem to be the one who approached me first, Ms. Smith…”

Nora was still pulling a long face. Her gaze was sharp and her eyes misty from anger. The tips of her ears were also a little red.

but the moment they finished talking and she let go of him, he immediately reached out and held her by her waist, bringing her toward him. Then, he leaned down and kissed

Damn it!

at him the very next moment. Unfortunately, the man had the audacity to actually duck. The two of them had fought for a full ten minutes before she finally found an opening and hit him, thereby taking her

at him coldly and clenched her fists. “If this ever happens

the door to the stairwell open and left at once, leaving Justin there

back to

head was raised as she stared at him with her cold, sharp eyes. On her small, palm-sized face were a pair of delicate eyebrows and eyes, a sharp and

to hold back, he had acted on impulse and kissed

the girl’s

again, a smile suddenly appeared at

wild enough for his

Ten minutes later.

he saw how Justin couldn’t exert much force, he couldn’t help but find himself a little

beat you up,

fact, in the whole

they were unwell. This was the very

secretly regretted his actions. He shouldn’t be asking that much about his employer’s affairs, especially when it was about Justin. On the surface, the man seemed like the head of the

suddenly asked such a question,

kneaded his shoulder. However, not only was the man not annoyed, but the corners

a chilly and ruthless aura actually even seemed to be shimmering

to his question from just

The family doctor, “…”

there people who actually liked

boss wasn’t a

him some medicine for his

to Cherry’s ward while moving his shoulder. As expected, he saw that the woman was still there. She had fallen asleep

and her long silky and glossy hair was spread out behind her. Her small pert nose

care of her because they couldn’t help but feel that she looked so weak and frail. Yet, once she opened her

his steps. He checked on Cherry first—she was sleeping soundly with her little mouth open and was even talking in her sleep. She mumbled, “Stinky Daddy! How dare you delete me from

Justin, “…”

out a soft chuckle and pulled up the covers for

his daughter, he would have been delirious with joy a long time ago. He would never have done all those things that were no different from slapping himself in the

the sofa again.

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