Early in the morning, Claire got up.
The servants had prepared breakfast and poured hot milk for her.
“Miss Claire, will you still be residing here tonight?”
Tonight?
Claire just wanted to refuse.
The servant smiled and said, “It would be fine if you stay.”
“Huh?” Claire raised her eyebrows. “Why?”
“When you come, the house becomes much more lively, and we all like you.”
“Like me?” Claire was a little confused.
“Yes.” The servant turned her head, and several servants poked their heads out of the kitchen and looked at her carefully, smiling shyly.
Claire scratched the back of her neck and blinked, feeling shy for the first time.
She seldom heard the word ‘like’ from other people’s mouths.
What she usually got was verbal abuse.
Hunter came down from the second floor.
He was still wearing pajamas, and his cuffs were rolled up, revealing his strong hands and ankles. His hair was messy from sleep, covering his beautiful eyes.
The servant helped him pull the chair away.
Hunter sat down, with one hand on the dining table, one hand holding his chin, staring straight at Claire. His deep dark eyes were swollen from sleepiness, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red, which looked particularly sultry.
“Did you sleep well?”
His voice was husky and magnetic.
Claire took a sip of milk. “Not bad.”
The bed was big and the quilt was very soft, so she slept very comfortably.
Not believing her, Hunter smiled tolerantly. “Little liar.”
How could the little thing not be afraid of the dark, especially in an unfamiliar place?
She must have been secretly crying under the quilt but didn’t dare to let him hear the crying.
“Hunter, can I not go to school? I’m too sleepy…”
At this time, a young man’s clear voice broke the silence on the dining table.
Claire paused and slowly raised her head.
Derek was walking down the stairs. He was wearing bear-pattern pajamas, with curly and fluffy blond hair, looking like a little sheep.
His eyes were also red and swollen, and he yawned as he walked.
Claire narrowed her cold eyes and said, “Derek?”
Um? The voice was so familiar…
Derek’s eyes widened with effort. When he saw Claire sitting at the table, he stumbled and hurriedly grabbed the railing next to him, almost falling flat on his face.
“C… Claire?!”
Damn it, was he so sleepy that he was experiencing hallucinations?!
Derek slapped his own face vigorously, forcing himself to sober up, and then took a closer look.
Oh shit! It was really Claire!
“Well… why are you here?!”
Claire leaned back lazily on the chair, her face cold. “I also want to know why you are here.”
“…”
There was a dead silence.
“Oh my god!” Derek suddenly slapped his thigh. “It turns out that Hunter’s fiancée is you. What a coincidence! Hunter, do you know she is my deskmate!”
Hunter glanced at him like looking at an idiot.
Claire gave a wicked smile. “Go on, I’m listening.”
Derek’s smile gradually disappeared and his head was racing, but he didn’t know how to continue with the story, so he could only look at Hunter for help.
Claire stood up suddenly and walked slowly over to Derek. Her sharp eyes swept across him like a blade.
“So, you have known about my relationship with Hunter for a long time but still pretended to know nothing in front of me?”
Derek’s head was buried deeper and deeper. He twisted his fingers and pouted, looking really aggrieved.
Claire nodded. “Very good. It was very brave of you to deceive me.”