I pursed my lips, having no intention of saying anything else.
This man was clearly a maniac. His way of thinking was different from normal people's. It would be a waste of time to argue with him.
The phone in my bag started vibrating. I unzipped it t o take my phone. It was a call from Shannon.
As soon as I picked up the phone, Shannon’s eardrumshattering voice sounded. "Wanda Lane! Where the fuck are you? I fought Dazaray on the streets for you and you’re not even going to care about me?"
I sighed and asked, "How are you doing?"
Honestly, I was not too worried about her.
Keith would certainly do a good job handling the matter. He was not going to let her lose.
Shannon snorted. "I’m in the hospital but I'm fine."
"Dazaray, that bitch, scratched my face. I want to kill her."
I quickly consoled her. "Alright, now. Cool down, will you? Getting angry at a person like that and harming your body isn’t worth it. I'll go and visit you tomorrow. I'll treat you to something good, how's that?”
"Now that's more like it,” Shannon spoke much softer now.
"I'm on my way to the hotel. Talk to you soon."
"Wait!"
Shannon still had things to say. "If you and Theo are married, then why are you acting like strangers instead? Did he do something that you can't accept? O r have the two of you never loved each other? Even though other married couples don't love each other, they wouldn't behave like you guys."
I pursed my lips. "We wanted to get a divorce a long time ago. Why would we want to have anything to do with each other now?"
"I must be drunk."
Shannon was baffled. "Why exactly are you pushing away such an outstanding man like Theo Grant?"
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