Love Is Gone ( Nora Smith)

Cherry and Chesty had known each other for over half a year.They got along very well and were already good friends.They had already planned to meet when she got back to the States, so she agreed as soon as Chester said that.

Chester asked eagerly, "Which room are you in?"

Cherry was about to tell him the room number when she suddenly thought of something.

Instead, she said, "Not tonight, my mom is asleep.Let’s do it tomorrow instead."

Chesty suddenly laughed.

"Everyone says that you sound like a little girl only because you're using a voice changer and that you're, in fact, a dirty middle-aged man.Can you tell me whether you're male or female?" Cherry grinned.

"It’s a secret."

California was in the west of the States, and the humidity in the air was just right.It was mild in winter and dry in summer.

With the curtains in the room closed, the room was completely dark, which made it very suitable for sleeping.

It was already in the middle of the day when Nora finally slowly opened her eyes.She checked the time—it was already past one o’clock in the afternoon.

Cherry and Mrs.Lewis had already had lunch, so she simply called for takeout.

At the same time at the hotel entrance.

With a complicated look, Angela watched Anthony hurriedly enter the lobby.She clenched her fists.

During the past few days, Anthony’s attitude toward her whenever she called had been very perfunctory, and all he asked about was Idealian Pharmaceuticals each time.

A woman’s sixth sense told her that something must be wrong.

Thus, she had trailed Anthony early this morning.

Little did she expect that she would be here.

Hotel Finest was one of the most expensive and upscale places in California.

Angela quietly followed Anthony in and saw him turning into the bar on the first floor.

He took out a wad of cash, handed it to several waiters, and instructed softly, "...You know what you’re supposed to do, right? Act according to my signals tonight!"

"Yes, sir."

they dispersed, Anthony took

lowered his head and started to draft

little sudden, but I got your number from the bar on the first

text message, he raised his head and looked at the setup in front

had offended the pretty woman

able to resist a romantic move like

even after a long while after he sent the message, Anthony thought for a while and sent another text message to his friends: "Eight o’clock tonight at Hotel Finest’s bar in the lobby.Be there

the whole place and was asking his friends to come over and cheer

he didn’t realize that he had accidentally also selected Angela’s name when he mass-sent the

left, the waiters

Mr.Gray intending to

huge surprise.He must be intending to propose to

fiancée is so

listened to their soft speculations.A warm current also surged up

Anthony was being unfaithful? She really shouldn’t have! Buzz...She received a text message sound notification on her cell phone.She looked down—it was a message from Anthony: "Eight o’clock tonight at Hotel Finest’s bar

Angela couldn’t help laughing.

as whenever he asked her out for a date in

seen all these, she would never have imagined that Anthony had prepared

good mood and

so happened to see Nora, who was dressed in her

her.She was fair-skinned, and her facial features were impeccably refined.Her sleepy appearance made her seem a little as if she was taking a leisurely

attracted people’s attention,

to stay in Hotel Finest? She was definitely just pretending

a couple of steps toward her

Nora? How about taking a good look at yourself first? Do you really think you

her takeout in one hand and reading a text message on her cell phone in the other, looked confused.She casually tapped twice on her cell phone and deleted the Spam text messages sent by

I have a face to

eyes swept across

of hers

Angela was infuriated.

that she was shameless? Or was she implying that she was ugly? Or perhaps...She meant both?

Then, she suddenly smiled.

yours is? If you do, then I'll see you at

all the same anyway?! She wanted Nora to see with her very own eyes how Anthony was going