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Chapter 461 Do You Regret It?
Hearing that, Shirley stopped in place immediately. She grabbed Antwan's umbrella and puffed out her
chest.
No matter how sad she was, she would only be sad secretly. She would never let Braden see her sad
look...
Shirley held on for several minutes, yet no one or car came. She asked with a puzzled expression,
"Where is that scum?"
Then, she heard a burst of laughter.
Antwan laughed out loud. "Shirley, you are the cutest and proudest woman I have ever seen..."
Shirley was speechless.
"Don't be so tense. I lied to you. Braden must be sitting in a warm presidential suite, drinking coffee,
and flirting with Alina. How could he run around in the rain?”
"You bastard! How dare you fool me!"
Shirley was originally angry, and now, she was teased by Antwan. She was so furious that she grabbed
Antwan and beat him up. She cursed, "Are all the men of the Stewart family crazy? You bullied me
together. Do you think I have no family? How dare you! I will beat you to death!"
Shirley was skilled at practicing martial arts. Coupled with her anger, she treated Antwan as a human
sandbag. In the heavy rain, Antwan was beaten miserably.
The rain soaked their clothes. Antwan was pushed to the ground by Shirley. He stretched out his limbs
as he lay on the ground, unafraid of anything. He said, "Never mind. As long as you can feel more
comfortable, you can beat me to your content...
"Come on! Don't pity me because I'm a delicate man!"
Antwan's words disgusted Shirley. She was not in the mood to hit him anymore.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLike a deflated ball, she squatted on the ground. The red umbrella was upside down like a rose washed
by rain, beautiful and fragile.
"Woo..."
Shirley finally couldn't hold it in anymore. She hugged her legs, sitting in the rain and crying.
Heavy rain was the best company. It could cover up her cries and tears, making her look less miserable
and desperate...
"Alright. You've hit enough. Let's go back to the car. If we continue to be in the rain, both of us will catch
a cold..."
Antwan became serious. He picked up the umbrella and held it above Shirley.
The scene was quite pleasant to the eye, which would only appear in love movies.
At that moment, Braden was indeed sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the presidential suite
and watching the scene coldly.
His heart was painful. He felt jealous and almost lost control.
"Do you regret it? Are you feeling distressed for her?"
Alina held a glass of red wine and leaned against Braden's shoulder. She said with a faint smile,
"Although Antwan is a good-for-nothing, he is handsome, romantic, and good at pursuing women. A
stubborn woman like Shirley can’t stand such a pestering man..."
"There's nothing to regret."
Braden turned around and walked back to the room. He said coldly, "If she accepts Antwan, it can only
prove that my relationship with her is not firm."
In the end, Shirley returned to the car under Antwan's coaxing and pestering.
Antwan closed the car window and turned on the air conditioner.
"Take it. Dry your hair."
Antwan took out a towel from the driver's seat and threw it to Shirley sitting in the back seat. He took
another towel and began to wipe his wet hair and clothes.
Shirley was wearing a light dress. It was wet and stuck to her fair skin, outlining her curvy figure and
making her look sexy and attractive.
When she wiped her body, she was a little embarrassed and dilly-dallying. She was unwilling to lift her
clothes.
"Don't worry. I can't see anything. I'm blind."
Antwan said as he closed the rearview mirror and raised his hands.
Seeing that Antwan had his back to her and the rearview mirror was closed, Shirley relaxed a lot and
began to wipe her body carefully.
Antwan was more unruly. He took off his shirt directly and threw it on the passenger seat. His perfect
muscles were presented in front of Shirley.
To be honest, his figure was no worse than Braden's.
"Ahem!"
Shirley quickly turned her head away. She thought, don't look at him. It's impolite.
"Shirley, you have given birth to two children with Braden. Why are you still so easy to be shy? It seems
that your nightlife is quite conservative."
"Shut up!"
Shirley punched Antwan's back fiercely and warned, "Although I am in your car, it does not mean that
you can talk nonsense. If you don't mind your words, get out of the car."
"I'm sorry. I am always loose-lipped. You should know it. I will try my best to be serious."
Antwan was happy even if he was punched by Shirley. He cherished the time he spent and joked with
Shirley. He didn't want it to end quickly.
The conditioner in the car was warm. Their clothes were no longer wet, and they gradually relaxed.
Antwan turned on the music, and a light tune could be heard. It was the light rock and roll that Shirley
and Antwan both liked, which was named "A Life Wasting Guide" and composed by a popular band.
"At eight-thirty, in a daze, get on the subway. Busy people chasing, put on your headphones, and don't
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmcare about anything..."
The rhythm complemented the raindrops outside the window. As the former singer of a band, Shirley
was sensitive to music. She shook her head along with the rhythm of the guitar and drums.
Antwan pursed his lips and smiled unconsciously. "That's right. This is the cool and carefree Shirley I
know. Just be more decisive. There's no need to be sad for a heartless man."
Shirley rolled her eyes at Antwan. 'Don't slander me. I won't be sad for any man."
"Then who was walking crazily in the rain? Who burst into tears and beat up innocent passers-by?"
"I didn't cry. The rain was heavy and blurred my eyes."
"Fine. You didn't cry. As the former singer of a band, you are the best..."
Antwan had a doting expression on his face. Whatever Shirley said, he would echo her.
"I'm curious. Are you going to give up like this?"
Antwan asked curiously, "You said harsh words to take revenge on Braden. I'm curious about how
you're going to take revenge."
"I haven't thought it through either."
Shirley sighed, her delicate face full of worry. 'There is no right or wrong in terms of love. If I like him, I'll
choose to be with him. And if I don't like him, I can separate from him. Other than blaming myself for
being stupid, I can't blame anyone else. I do want to take revenge. However, can I cripple him directly
or destroy his family?"
She felt that it was just a marriage. If she was betrayed, she could just get a divorce and didn't need to
indulge herself in the sadness.
However, if so, she felt that she could not swallow her anger.
"I have a good idea of taking revenge on him. But it is not to the extent of breaking his hands and legs
or destroying his family."
Tell me about it."
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