The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Chapter 50: Tug At His Heartstrings

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“What book? Is it important?”

Claire searched and replied. “The new version of Anatomy Theory. I bought it for collection.”

She had always had this habit.

“Remember where you put it?”

“No.”

The corner of Gallon’s mouth twitched. “My god, are you a fish? A fish’s memory lasts only seven seconds.”

Of course, she was not a fish. She could remember thousands of codes.

But if she had a good memory, why didn’t she even remember where she put the book.

Gallon said, “Just buy another one.”

“Yes, I’m afraid I’ll have to do that.” Claire didn’t bother to look for the book anymore, and walked back to the bedroom.

——

In the evening, Sheldon returned to his room and found a book on the table.

‘Anatomy Theory’.

It was the one Claire bought in the bookstore today.

Why was it in his room?

Could it be… Claire put it in here?

When he thought of this possibility, his heart did a flip.

He was still wondering why Claire would buy a medical book.

So, she bought it specially for him?

Sheldon slowly picked up the book on the table and seemed to be able to smell the fragrance of the girl, which made him feel dizzy.

Why did she send him the book?

Was she showing her support for his study of medicine?

When he claimed that he was going to study medicine, everyone thought that he was crazy.

So far, she was the first person to support him…

Sheldon clutched his chest, his heart beating fast inexplicably, unable to calm down for a long time.

Early morning

Claire went downstairs, and found Sheldon sitting at the dining table.

He looked up at her and hurriedly looked away, his expression a little nervous.

Claire sat down opposite him.

Her unique fragrance penetrated Sheldon’s nose, tugging at his heartstring again.

He glanced at Claire secretly, then forced himself to look away. But after a moment, he still couldn’t help but look at her.

On the opposite side, the girl had rolled up her hair, revealing her beautiful swan neck. Her eyes were drooping, and her long eyelashes batted like butterfly wings. Her facial features are exquisite, and her lips were slightly upturned with a seductive luster.

His hot gaze made Claire extremely irritable.

She slammed down the tableware and asked Sheldon coldly. “What are you looking at?”

Sheldon’s face stiffened, and he couldn’t say a word. He lunged to his feet and walked away, staggering a little.

——

Lance Middle School attached equal importance to students’ physical and mental development. In order to increase communication between students and parents, a family sports competition was held every year in the school.

The school’s intention was good, but this family sports competition gradually evolved into a wealth-flaunting competition.

As the competition approached, Phoebe suddenly fell ill.

Unable to find out the cause of her disease, Ada was very anxious.

Phoebe was lying in the bed with a towel on her forehead, her face pale. She held Ada’s hand and refused to let go, crying pitifully. “Mom… don’t go. Don’t leave me alone. Please stay with me all the time…”

Ada hurriedly said, “I’m not going anywhere. I just want to fetch you some water, and I’ll be right back. Be good.”

Hearing this, Phoebe finally let go of her hand.

As soon as Ada left, she immediately stopped crying. Her face was gloomy and she didn’t look weak at all.

She was pretending to be ill.

She was not good at sports, so she didn’t want to make a fool of herself, nor did she want Mom to go with Claire.

So no matter what, she must keep Mom next to her!

In Claire’s room

Claire fiddled with the computer, cross-legged.

Ada walked in, and stood behind her. She said hesitantly, “Claire, as you’ve seen, Phoebe is sick. I can’t accompany you to the sports competition. Your father is busy with his work, and your brother has to attend classes in school, so…”

“No need.” Claire interrupted her without even looking back.

Ada was stunned. “What?”

“I said, I don’t need anyone to accompany me.” Claire’s hands were typing at a dazzling speed, but there was no expression on her face as if she was doing something ordinary.

Ada craned her neck and glanced at the screen. There were a bunch of garbled codes on the computer, which she didn’t understand at all. She had no idea what Claire was typing.