The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities is a Webnovel created by Listening to Poems in Twilight Snowfall.
This lightnovel is currently Ongoing.
Chapter 164: I Don’t Care About Your Apology
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“And,” Claire’s cold gaze swept across the hall. “Can the servants here keep their mouths shut?”
Mr. Hopkins replied. “You can be rest a.s.sured. These servants were personally selected by Mr. Johnson. They know what they should say and what they shouldn’t.”
Claire turned her head and glanced upstairs, saying expressionlessly. “I’m leaving now.”
With that, she slipped a hand into her pocket and walked outside the door.
Back at the Smiths’ house, Claire took out the lighter from her pocket and burned the portrait to ashes..
At this moment, the door of the room was knocked.
Claire dumped the ashes into the trash can.
She opened the door, and Allen stood outside.
A choking smell floated out of the room, and Allen frowned.
Knowing that Claire liked to mess around, he didn’t bother to comment on it.
Claire leaned against the door, looking at him indifferently, and did not speak.
Allen coughed dryly and said, “Have you got a minute? Daddy wants to talk to you.”
The two came downstairs.
Claire sat down on the sofa, leaned back, and propped her head with her hand. With her eyes half-closed, she looked bored and lazy.
This child never exposed her true emotions no matter what happened. He could never understand her.
Allen was a bit annoyed by Claire’s att.i.tude, but he didn’t say anything.
After making a cup of tea for Claire, he hesitated for a while before he solemnly said, “I want to apologize to you for what happened last time.”
Claire said calmly, “No need to apologize.”
Allen was overjoyed. “You don’t blame me?”
“Of course I do. I’m a person who bears grudges.” Claire shrugged, giving a disdainful smile.
Her voice was indifferent. “I just don’t care about your apology.”
Don’t care about his apology?!
Allen’s eyes widened and his face turned blue.
Claire didn’t even bother to drink the tea. She stood up, put her hand in her pocket, and said carelessly, “If you have time to apologize to me, you’d better spend more time educating your daughter. A child is better unborn than untaught. I think you’ve heard of that, right?”
With that, she tilted her head, sneered, and turned to walk back to the second floor.
Allen was completely dumbfounded.
He was actually… lectured by a girl?
The next day, after school.
James had just left the office when a figure stood in his way.
The boy put his school uniform on his shoulders and gave a sly yet seductive smile. His deep eyes were like a net, firmly locked on him. “Mr. Walker, I told you to not even think of running away from me, remember?”
James’s throat tightened. “I have something to tend to.”
“Oh.” Derek nodded but instead of making way, he closed in on James.
James could only retreat backward into the office and b.u.mped into something. Being cornered, he slumped into a chair.
Derek leaned against the table next to him, and his slender figure enveloped James.
James pushed his gla.s.ses, trying to calm down. “Okay, since you want to talk, I’ll talk to you.”
Derek raised his brow.
He agreed so easily?
James raised his head and looked at the boy.
His eyes behind the lens were as deep and quiet as the deep sea, and he said unhurriedly, “I know that children of your age are p.r.o.ne to be trapped in strange feelings. I should have noticed it when I was tutoring you.”
Child?
Derek’s face darkened. “I am not a child. I know very well what I like and what I don’t. What do you mean by strange feelings?”
“Okay.” James nodded slightly. “Are you gay? Do you like boys?”