Chapter 42 Norman Looks Like Dewitt

She really wanted to ask Dewitt how he was made of.

He was so mercurial!

"No need, I'll take a taxi back!" Shirley huffed. Exhausted, she did not want to argue with him anymore.

If Shirley had thought Dewitt would at least thank her, like a gentleman, for sacrificing tonight to help him with this ordeal, and insist on sending her home to repay her. But she was wrong.

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This man was always beyond her expectations!

Without a word, Dewitt got into her car and closed the door.

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It drove away immediately, leaving only shallow tire grooves in the ground.

Completely out of Shirley's sight.

After a long time had passed, Shirley was still standing there, fists clenched by her sides.

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She felt like trash, having been used and tossed outside. 

F*ck you, Dewitt.

You f*cking bastard!

Shirley dragged her heavy body back home.

By then, Camilla and Jarrod had already gotten up.

As soon as Shirley opened the door, she saw her son expectantly staring at her.