Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 755: I Was the One Who Dumped Her!

Lana Holloway was startled by Norman Sutton blocking her at the elevator door. Her face hadn’t yet composed itself from a slightly sorrowful expression, and Norman’s questioning left her feeling bewildered.

She lowered her head and walked out of the elevator, bypassing Norman as she said in a low voice, "It’s really none of Young Master Sutton’s concern."

Norman turned and followed behind Lana, eyeing the LEGO bag in her hand. As she bent to find her key, he reached out and snatched the bag, sneering at its contents, "Just this gift and you’re satisfied?"

Lana frowned with dissatisfaction, grabbing the bag back with a sarcastic tone, "I, an ordinary person, can’t compare to Young Master Sutton. You shouldn’t even be in a place like this; don’t dirty your shoes."

Hearing Lana’s sarcastic words, Norman was infuriated, watching as she turned her back to him to unlock the door. He questioned, "Where’s the gift I gave you? Why have I never seen you wear it?"

Lana paused while turning the key, looked back at Norman, and said, "Right, do me a favor and wait here for a moment."

Norman was taken aback, watching as Lana opened the door and went inside.

Soon, she returned with two small boxes from the house.

Norman recognized these boxes well; they were the gifts he recently gave Lana.

Lana handed the boxes to Norman, calmly saying, "I only tried the earrings once in the store; I’ve disinfected them with alcohol."

Norman took a deep breath, glaring at the boxes in Lana’s hand, almost through gritted teeth, "Lana Holloway, what do you mean by this?"

"I’ve thought it over. Young Master Sutton’s gifts are too precious; I’m not worthy of wearing such valuable jewelry, so I’m returning them to you."

Norman glared fiercely at Lana, angrily grabbing the boxes from her hand and smashing them to the ground. The boxes shattered, and the sponge pads and jewelry scattered across the floor...

Lana was stunned for a moment by Norman’s actions. Before she could react, Norman stormed back into the elevator.

The empty and quiet hallway was left with the once exquisite gift boxes shattered on the floor.

Lana looked down, deep in thought, and closed the door.

Standing behind the door, she took a deep breath.

Was she in the wrong?

Shouldn’t she be the one who’s angry...

Standing behind the door for a long time, Lana firmly decided not to care about the gifts Norman smashed on the floor.

But her heart was tangled like a messy ball of yarn, complex and unsettled; even snuggling under the warm duvet watching her favorite variety show didn’t help lift her spirits.

During Christmas abroad, Lana even felt, after those few days together, that she and Norman were quite good friends, and he didn’t seem as annoying as she imagined.

But now it seems, this pampered young master really isn’t from her world.

At a busy riverside barbecue restaurant, business was booming.

"Hey, The great Norman, who got you so worked up? Why are you drinking gloomily?"

Norman didn’t respond, opening another beer, directly putting the bottle to his mouth, and taking large gulps.

Another friend teased, "Did you get dumped? Did that pretty girl from last time dump you?"

Norman slammed the bottle on the table, angrily correcting, "I’m the one who dumped her!"

The friend with glasses chuckled, "Weren’t you refusing to admit she was your girlfriend before? Now you’re admitting it after breaking up?"

Norman hesitated, realizing he had misspoken in a moment of impulse.

Lana really wasn’t his girlfriend, so who dumped whom wasn’t a question—they were never together.

No way! He definitely didn’t like such an annoying woman!

It infuriated him!

He never wanted to see her again!

After a few bottles, his mom called, urging him home. Norman left without settling the bill.

He called a ride service, but halfway home, Norman suddenly changed his mind, asking the driver to take him to Lana’s place.

He took the elevator straight up, walking out to the empty, tidy hallway, where the scattered gift boxes were especially conspicuous on the ground.

The sight made Norman feel increasingly uneasy.

Inside the house, Lana had been lying in bed for a long time, unable to sleep no matter how she tossed and turned.

She kept wondering whether to pick up the things.

A moment ago, in anger, she couldn’t swallow her pride. Now, calmed down, she felt annoyed by the person, but the jewelry was innocent—and besides, they were so expensive...

After much internal struggle, Lana finally tossed off the blanket, slipped on slippers, and left the bedroom.

Using her phone’s flashlight, she reached the door, pushed it open, and happened to see someone squatting on the ground picking things up...

Hearing the door open, Norman was also startled, looking up in shock at Lana standing at the door.

Both of their faces showed surprise.

Norman’s hand, picking up things, paused, mind racing on how to act less embarrassed next.

"Ahem—" Norman cleared his throat softly, continuing to pick up the items without looking at Lana again, then stood, shoving the stuff into his pocket and turning away.

He hoped in his mind that Lana would call out to him and say something, but all he heard was the sound of Lana closing the door.

Norman’s steps halted, turning back to look, quietly sighing inside.

His heart was blocked, yet he couldn’t understand why.

After closing the door, Lana didn’t go far, but hid behind it, peering through the peephole outside.

She wondered whether he’d just arrived or had stayed outside all along?

This person was indeed peculiar.

But that’s fine; she returned his things, so there was nothing more to worry about.

Yet she still felt something was left unresolved, as returning to bed she still couldn’t shake the unease.

...

When Norman returned home, a group of people was still gathered in the living room watching a movie.

When Hazel Yates called earlier, her tone wasn’t good, and now that Norman came back, she couldn’t help but nag, "Where have you been? You’re grown now, but you still don’t measure your words? You left without even saying a word of apology?"

Usually defiant, Norman stood wilted at the entrance, changing his shoes without saying a word.

Hazel, usually calm, spoke with some displeasure, "At home, everyone tolerates your words, but today in front of so many people, you spoke so carelessly—did you consider others’ feelings?"

Norman still didn’t respond, changed his shoes, and headed straight for the stairs.

Hazel frowned, calling him back, "You stop there! You’re getting more and more unruly!"