Shelly, Whose Child Is It?

Accompanied by a few thunderclaps, it made the night seem a little scary.

There was a traffic light in front of him, and Nox looked out of the car window, at the bean-sized raindrops falling on the street.

Then, his eyes paused when he saw a woman suddenly running to a bus stop. Her entire body was drenched, and she looked miserable.

Considering it was still early, buses were still operating in the city, so Shelly did not want to take a taxi to leave. Although Nox had given her a sum of money and she did not have to be so thrifty, she had not gotten it yet. Who knew if Nox would suddenly go back on his word?

With a man like Nox, she did not dare to have any expectations for him. Otherwise, she was afraid she would be angered to death.

She wrung the water off the clothes on her body. Since it was summer, she did not wear much to begin with, and after changing out of her work clothes, she wore a white dress. It was simple, elegant, and cheap.