The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Her First Kiss Was Snatched

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Claire walked straight into the house, sniffing. “Are you cooking?”

“Yeah, mind eating with ?”

“Let’s finish the business first.”

Claire lay down on a bench and slowly closed her eyes.

Gallon Miller put down the spatula, sat opposite Claire, and began to hypnotize her.

Seeing Claire’s expression gradually relaxed, Gallon murmured. “You ca to a strange world with only a wooden door in front of you. Push that door open, and behind the door is your lost mory.”

In the dream, Claire slowly opened the door, and darkness fell on her face.

Gallon stared at Claire, lest sothing unexpected happened.

But at this mont, Claire suddenly showed a pained expression, and beads of sweat broke out on her forehead. Her face was twisted, and she was short of breath. Obviously, sothing was wrong with her.

Gallon hurriedly pressed his hands on her shoulders and said in a deep voice, “Claire, now I’ll count 3, and on the word ‘three’, you will wake up! 1…2…3…”

He snapped his fingers in Claire’s ear. Claire opened her eyes, opening her mouth and gasping desperately for breath. Her face was ghastly pale as if she was going to die.

“What happened?!” Gallon hurriedly asked her. “Did you see the man’s face clearly?”

Claire shook her head disappointedly.

Three years ago, she mysteriously disappeared. One year later, she was found unconscious at the entrance of the village. No one knew where she went or what she did. She lost her mory of that year.

From then on, she always had a strange dream, in which there was a man who held her hand tightly and said the sa thing to her all the ti.

“Claire… wait for …”

She couldn’t see the man’s face, but she knew that it must be related to her lost mory.

Gallon soothed her. “Don’t worry. We can try again next ti. Let’s grab a bite first.”

After eating, she stayed there all afternoon and didn’t leave the apartnt until dark.

She walked downstairs and had just stepped out of the iron gate when she suddenly saw a dark figure rush into the alley, coming towards her.

In a flash, he pressed her against the wall and put a hand around her waist. He cupped the back of her head with the other palm. Their bodies were so closely pressed together that there was no gap left.

A husky voice rang above her head.

“Do a favor. I’ll be responsible.”

Then he leaned over and began to kiss her pink lips.

Claire’s eyes widened suddenly, her eyelashes flickered like butterfly wings, and her mind that was sober at all tis beca blank at the mont.

She only felt that his thin lips were cold, with the nthol-flavored tobacco sll burrowing into her nasal cavity.

The man’s face was blurred in the dark, except for the little mole at the corner of his right eye, which was exceptionally prominent.

There was a clatter of footsteps outside the alley.

“He ran that way!”

“Hurry up, get him!”

Several black-clothed bodyguards chased to the entrance of the alley, and stopped. They saw two figures in the alley kissing intimately, who looked like a couple having an affair.

“Okay, stop looking at them. Co on, find him!”

The bodyguards quickly ran away.

It was only then that Claire realized what had happened. Her eyes instantly turned murderous and she threw a punch in rage, but the opponent clasped her wrist expertly.

The man loosened her lips, but as if reveling in this mont, he kissed her on the cheek again.

He declared sovereignty in an overbearing voice. “This is my way of marking you as my woman.”

With that, he turned around and left quickly.

Claire drew a knife from her cuff and chased him out of the alley, but the man was nowhere to be seen. She plunged the knife into the wall fiercely, so angry that she wanted to kill soone.

Her first kiss was snatched by a stranger! Moreover, he left behind such a silly remark.

He better hope that she doesn’t find him. Otherwise… she would definitely cut him into pieces!

When she returned to the Smiths’ mansion, she happened to run into Ada.

She frowned and asked her. “Claire, where have you been?”

What kind of girl would co back ho so late at night?!

Claire only replied perfunctorily. “I had sothing to tend to.”

Then she headed towards the stairs.

From beginning to end, she didn’t even look at Ada.

Ada felt that her head was aching.

This child was always cold and indifferent, making it impossible to get close to her.