All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S CHUBBY LUNA: HIS SHY MATE : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Three women surrounded her and crossed their arms over their chests. They glared at her like she was dirt under their feet zAt that moment, Anais was supposed to cower, as per her original character. She was supposed to blink up at them with big watery eyes and ask them, “What do you want from me?” Pop in baby voices.But not today. Anais's eyes caught a staff member walking by with a tray of fruit salad. She agilely grabbed one, used the small stick to poke and eat.She nodded her head. Very juicy. “Look at her. Glutinous as always. Wonder how you lost all that weight.” The girl rolled her eyes. Anais smiled. “You noticed?” They were taken aback. Well, because they were five against one, but the one isn't acting her part. “So you’re Anaïs.” Another one spoke up. “Depends on who’s asking.” She shrugged. Another looked her up and down.“You certainly know how to make an entrance.”The first woman laughed. “Of course she does. She’s probably never been somewhere like this before

The entire hall seemed to stop breathing. Anaïs stared at him. Her eyes became glossy. For a moment, she couldn’t speak. Then she smiled and nodded continuously. “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.” She jumped. Clapping her hands like a little girl. Lucero’s face immediately transformed into relief, then happiness. He slipped the ring onto her finger, stood, and pulled her into his arms. Honestly, he had fifty percent confidence that she would agree to his proposal. Now that she did, he felt like a burden had been lifted. Instead of applause, the audience erupted into whispers. Nobody expected today’s drama. Lucero frowned and looked at the crowd. Someone started clapping first. Everyone turned to the person to see that it was Auguste. Then someone joined in, one of those ladies who had insulted Anais. Then the other two followed. Seeing them clapping, more people clapped too. Soon everyone was clapping and cheering. Because they felt that if they didn’t, something terrible would ha

Mr Sandler didn’t make a move until the next day. He had a foolproof plan in his mind. That morning he got up early, dressed up, and drove off.But not to his office…to Lucero’s company. That morning, Anaïs arrived at the office. She barely noticed the familiar car waiting outside. She didn’t see the man inside. Her father had been standing there for some time. The moment he saw the car she had driven in with, his jaw dropped. His eyes widened. That car. He had been wanting to get his hands on that car. If he could talk to her, he would get her to give it to him. He sat there in his car for hours. When he was hungry, he went to the nearby bakery and bought pastries. When Auguste saw him, he narrowed his eyes at him, but Mr Sandler was too preoccupied to notice. At the end of the day, Anais got out of the company with Emma beside her. After bidding a temporary goodbye to her best friend, she walked to her car. Mr Sandler saw an opportunity. She was now alone. “Anaïs.” He called

It took two weeks to convince Anais to move back to the mansion. Anais had put her feet down and argued that… “I have principles; I would not go back to the place I was chased out of.” She ‘humphed’ and threw her nose in the air, arms crossed around her chest. Lucero sighed in relief. He got up from his knees. “Is that the only issue?” He asked. She looked at him with an eyebrow raised in annoyance. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” She asked. Is he trying to say that her opinions are meaningless? “No! No! I don’t mean anything.” He hugged her and added. “If you don’t want to step back into that house, then you won’t.” He shrugged at the end of the sentence. Anais paused. The clarification still did not make her feel better. For the next two days, Lucero didn’t bring up the house issue. Anais was getting increasingly anxious. “Just like that?” She asked herself as she watched him busy himself in the living room. She looked around the house and noticed that Lucero had

Lucero looked up. There was a smudge of paint at the top of her nose. Lucero felt his eyes twitch. It looked deliberate. “What?” He snapped. “Nothing.”“Then why are you laughing?”“I’m not.”“You are.”She covered her mouth and giggled harder. Lucero narrowed his eyes. Anaïs tried desperately to look serious.“Please continue, good sir.” She waved at him. He shook his head and returned to painting. For a few minutes, everything was peaceful. Lucero thought, “She would move again and say the back hurts.” Two minutes later, Anaïs stretched.Lucero stopped, right on cue. “Anaïs.” “My back hurts.” She pouted and blinked her big eyes pitifully. “You’re supposed to stay still.” He pinched the top of his nose. “But my back is sore.” She touched her back and arched for more emphasis. “There's like, no back support.”He looked at the painting. Then at her. He sighed.“Fine, but at this rate, this painting isn't going to be done soon.” Her face brightened.“You can move. But don’t bo