When His Perfect Mask Shattered I Awoke (Anneliese) novel Chapter 463

Chapter 463 Answer

Chapter 463 Answer

“Grandma, I’m swamped at the end of the year. You know that…”

Anneliese let out a slow breath the moment Jonathan’s voice came through the line.

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Penelope smacked the blanket hard with her palm. “What kind of talk is that! You’re busy, so your wife has to suffer? If you’re that busy, why don’t you just marry your job? Why bother taking a wife at all?”

“Yes, yes, Grandma, please don’t get upset. I can do it anytime. But Anne is busy too…”

Jonathan never got to finish. Penelope broke into loud laughter and yanked Anneliese closer to her side.

“Anne, you heard that, didn’t you? This boy just admitted he’s free whenever. And since you’re not tied up either, then follow my word. In the next two days, you two will go take your wedding photos. The wedding itself, we can talk about later. But the gown? That takes months to make. We need the style and size locked down right now.”

Before Anneliese could respond, Penelope slapped her thigh with force.

“Good. That’s settled. Whew, that was tiring. Time to sleep.”

She cut off all chances for them to argue. She hung up right away, pulled the blanket over her, and shut her eyes.

Anneliese froze. “Hm?”

She felt cornered. Not just by one person but by two working together. Am I imagining things? she thought.

As soon as she left Penelope’s room, her phone buzzed again. Jonathan was calling.

“Baby, about those wedding photos… if it’s too much for you, I’ll talk to Grandma again.”

His voice was low, carrying guilt. He had always wanted to share those moments with her. He wanted everything from romance to marriage to feel real.

But he didn’t want her forced into it. He wanted her happy.

Anneliese slowed her pace. She still had the lab to reach, but she stopped.

“Hard on me? Why would it be? Or is it you who doesn’t want to take them with me?”

Jonathan’s lips curved into a faint smile. “Honey, don’t put that on me. I want it more than anything.”

Anneliese’s lips lifted as well. “Mr. Fullbuster, don’t put that on me either. I want it just as much.”

Their laughter spilled into the phone, light and easy.

After a moment, Anneliese whispered, “I need to drive now.”

“Of course. I’ll see you tonight.” Jonathan’s voice carried warmth.

“Alright.” Something in his tone made him sound exactly like a husband. Her smile lingered even after she ended the call.

When Anneliese arrived at the lab, she was met with warmth and cheers. Her mentor and the senior students surrounded her with

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welcome and concern.

She bowed her head with gratitude. “Thank you, everyone, for standing up for me online. Thank you for protecting me. Once break comes, I’ll treat you all to dinner.”

Her mentor had recorded a video to defend her.

Her seniors had also spoken out. They posted old photos from competitions where they had won together. They showed the harmony of the team. They shattered the rumors that she had cheated her way into the lab and brought division.

“It was the right thing to do. Too bad our accounts don’t pull much weight. It didn’t help as much as we wanted.” Clement patted her shoulder.

Quinton nodded. “Starting today, I’ll post more videos on eVTOL tech. I’ll build the account bigger. Next time, no one will dare claim our voices are from bots.”

Prof. Clocke’s eyes cut sharp. “Next time? You expect another mess? Stop talking and hand me the composite wing test data I asked for yesterday.”

Quinton’s face dropped in misery. Laughter erupted around them.

Gianna stood apart. The warmth around Anneliese burned her like fire. She couldn’t even fit in.

Her chest twisted with rage. She had counted on the online storm to destroy Anneliese’s reputation. She thought it would force her out of the lab.

It made sense. Anneliese had been gone from school for years. She had no record. No achievements. She should have faded into silence.

But instead, the storm had died overnight. Anneliese emerged brighter, crowned as a prodigy.

Prodigy? Her? It was laughable.

“Anneliese, the things they said about you online were vile. I was furious myself. You should rest for a few days. Don’t push yourself.”

Gianna stepped forward with a soft tone.

The room fell quiet.

“You’re right. Very thoughtful, Gianna. Anne, maybe you should take a couple of days to reset,” Clement agreed.