She Becomes Glamorous After The Engagement Annulment

Chapter 6: Two-Timing?

The lobby of Hotel Finest was lavishly decorated, and the neat and clean marble floor reflected light.

Anthony sat on the sofa and stared in the direction of the elevator.

The Hunts’ hotel management was strict, and the front desk refused to sell their customers’ information. Thus, he could only come over early in the morning to wait, in hopes that he could catch the woman.

His hard work paid off, and he finally found her.

He jumped onto his feet when the graceful figure carelessly came out. With a bouquet of roses in his hands, he blocked her path in what he thought was a very charming manner. “Hello, beautiful. What a coincidence, I didn’t expect for us to meet again!”

Nora was rendered speechless.

They had already annulled their engagement, so why was this guy still showing up in front of her again and again?

Anthony, who didn’t notice her annoyance at all, said with a smile: “Since it seems like we’re destined to be, surely you should tell me your name now?”

Nora narrowed her eyes.

She originally couldn’t be bothered to pay him any attention, but when she thought of how he had also been in the delivery room back when she was giving birth… Perhaps she could try sounding him out.

Her lips slowly parted. “Isabel Anderson.”

Anderson was her mother’s last name.

Anthony’s eyes lit up. “Are you free, Miss Anderson? Coincidence is a wonderful thing. How about going to the cafe next door and having a chat?”

Nora nodded without much care.

Anthony walked in front eagerly. “This way, Miss Anderson… By the way, where’s your younger sister?”

Nora raised her brows. “My younger sister?”

“Yes, that little girl who came out of the airport with you yesterday. You look only about 20 years old; surely you can’t possibly have a daughter who’s already that age, right?” Anthony jested, thinking he was being humorous.

“…” Nora couldn’t be bothered to explain. Instead, she replied, “Let’s go upstairs.”

“It’s just as well that she isn’t here. That way, she won’t bother us… The cakes from the cafe over there are pretty good. You can bring some back for your sister later…”

woman

very experienced in

hotel, stared coldly at the two of

woman’s too much, Mr. Hunt! Never mind that she had

her younger sister when she was lying to someone

all over his face. Was

darkened. A sharp look flashed across his deep-set eyes, and even the temperature

said frostily, “Look

“Yes, sir.”

into the cafe, Nora found a table by the window. In a matter of a few words, she had made Anthony turn the topic to

was eager to explain himself, yet his tone

much flesh on her face that even her eyes were nearly squeezed shut.

that her obesity is due to hormonal injections. Hah, she speaks as if she’ll be a beauty if she slims

also mentally ill. She dropped out of elementary school in third grade, and stayed at home ever since, cooping herself up every day in her room. She doesn’t even kick up a fuss when anyone hits or scolds

marry an uneducated, illiterate, and mentally impaired

was close to nodding off as she listened to him

crying and kicking up a fuss

hadn’t fought back despite being hit was that she had always kept her mother’s last words firmly in her mind—she must be plain and mediocre, and that she was not allowed to show

Smiths’ behavior. If it weren’t for that company, I wouldn’t

hurriedly asked, “Oh, what am I saying such things for?

made up

from New

swallowed hard. That was a big-name family

to come from such a wealthy family. No wonder you have such a compelling presence and air of elegance around

about his assumptions and continued to

cup had tightened slightly. “I heard that your fiancée gave birth to a

explained. “That’s just a rumor, Miss Anderson! That fatty

was that Nora had

incur the people’s wrath if anyone knew that they had

don’t want to say

cup down heavily on the table and pretended that she was leaving, vividly acting the part of a

grab her. “That’s not what I meant.

an eyebrow. “So, are you going to answer me

liked to talk about idly. Just like gossip about celebrities, a

Smith—was the one that

to be lying,