She Becomes Glamorous After The Engagement Annulment

As Pete was still being suspected of pushing his great-grandmother down the stairs, Justin didn’t take him back to the Hunts’ residence. Instead, they were staying at a villa in the suburbs.

It was already dark, and he was playing a jigsaw puzzle with Cherry.

When the doorbell rang, Cherry was the one who opened the door first. He followed after her, feeling a little impatient.

Who would come over at such late hours?

Didn’t he already leave instructions that he wasn’t having visitors or dealing with work matters from 6 pm to 9 pm because he wanted to spend some time with his son in peace?

But when Justin walked over with a cold look on his face only to see the stunning visage at the door, the chilly aura around him subconsciously dissipated. His deep-set eyes narrowed slightly and he raised an eyebrow. “Miss Smith?”

He had asked her out to the hospital this afternoon, but she rejected his invitation.

Yet she came straight to his home in the evening?

In addition, the look in her eyes had become as fervent as the one she had that night in the hospital. Her scorching gaze was as if it could burn…

He had seen that look in many women’s eyes before, and it often annoyed him.

But when she looked at him like that… No, why did it seem like she wasn’t looking at him?

Justin followed her gaze. He slowly lowered his head to see his son looking up at the woman in astonishment with his big round eyes.

Cherry swallowed hard. “M-mommy…”

It’s all over!

Why didn’t Pete say anything in advance? The cat’s out of the bag!

Justin’s expression stiffened—he was a little unhappy. He subtly stepped forward and stood in front of his son. Then, his lips slowly parted and he said, “You—”

But before he could say whatever he wanted to say, the woman in front of him suddenly spoke. Her voice was husky and shaking as she asked, “Is this your son?”

Justin was bewildered.

kissed him, and even coaxed him to call you Mommy again and again. Yet you’re asking something like

be acting, he frowned, suppressed his displeasure, and

“Your biological son?”

woman’s questions were simply ridiculous. He coldly retorted, “In any case, he

really was

lips twitched, but she didn’t say

Justin Hunt. Should he really be the father of her children… Looking at things from his perspective, if he were to know that he also had a daughter, he would definitely fight with her for custody

she calmed down, she felt a

various scenarios. If someone had adopted her son, then she would offer them a lot of monetary compensation. No matter what,

in the States, she really might not be able

coughed and asked, “Mr. Hunt, do you know who

eyes suddenly turned dark and baleful. As though he had thought of something unpleasant, he replied

all. She asked, “Then how

at

the verge of losing his temper. The look in his eyes was icy and piercing, and even the beauty mark at the

whole time, became nervous when he saw

tyrant is

say, “Oh, I just wanted to know a

that he wanted to get out of the car and defend his mother. The next moment, however, he saw his father—who was on the brink of flying into a rage—suddenly becoming stunned. Then, all his anger disappeared as though someone had pricked a hole

Pete was perplexed.

Justin froze.

wanted to know a bit more about him… She sure was direct about things. But when he thought about it, it

corners of his tightly pursed lips slowly relaxed and he asked, “You came all the way here at

the existence of her

though. She pondered for a moment before she replied, “I came to let you know a few things. Your grandma will regain consciousness this weekend, but due to her prolonged coma, her body

believe the doctors at Hospital Finest

aback for a moment.

much about it. She said, “You’re right. This was indeed

stupefied Cherry again. The corners of her lips curled up slightly and her cat-like eyes gleamed with a dark light. “You

at a

felt terribly scary at the moment. Generally,

thanks to my parents, yeah!

she was gnashing her teeth, said, “I wonder what the little Mr. Hunt

disciple. I’m going to the Quinn School of Martial