Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 629: You Two Will Never Work Out

Although Lana Holloway knew that Norman Sutton was never one to speak kindly, it still bothered her to hear such words.

She was well aware of the gap between her and her senior, so even though he was about to go abroad, she didn’t dare confess her feelings for him.

"And by the way, don’t think my mom is impressed by your skills and that you can get close to our family."

Lana Holloway turned to the driver and politely said, "Uncle, could you please pull over?"

The driver was a bit puzzled, thinking they hadn’t reached the location she mentioned, but he still slowed down and pulled over.

Norman Sutton looked at Lana Holloway with some confusion, thinking she was going to get out and buy something.

It was only when he saw Lana Holloway stepping out, pulling her coat tight and walking off, that he realized her intention, and quickly opened the car door to follow her.

As soon as he got out of the car, he realized that his thin suit was indeed not as warm as his padded jacket.

"Lana Holloway!"

Upon hearing Norman Sutton’s call, Lana Holloway only quickened her pace and strides instead.

Tall and long-legged, Norman Sutton quickly caught up with her, and said from behind her, "Already angry? I’m just speaking the truth, give up on that senior, it’ll lead nowhere."

"Did you hear me? I’m talking to you!"

Lana Holloway suddenly stopped, turned and snapped at Norman Sutton fiercely, "That’s my business! It’s not your place! And stop following me!!"

After saying that, Lana Holloway turned around and continued walking quickly.

Norman Sutton followed at a steady pace, mockingly saying, "Not very tall, but quite the temper. I remember you rent a place near the school, are you sure you want to walk there?"

Lana Holloway ignored him, originally she could have sat warmly in the car back home, for free even, but had to deal with an annoying tag-along.

Clearly not wanting to engage with him, Norman Sutton still shamelessly stuck to Lana Holloway’s side.

Seeing her puffed-up expression, Norman Sutton didn’t feel apologetic about his words earlier, instead finding her reaction particularly amusing.

"Aren’t you cold? It’s snowing, girl. Isn’t it uncomfortable in the car? Aren’t your little legs tired from walking so fast?"

Lana Holloway took a deep breath to suppress her anger, yelling at Norman Sutton, "Not cold! Not tired! None of your business! Go away!"

Instead of keeping his distance, Norman Sutton moved closer, squeezing Lana Holloway toward the curb, almost making her fall, while saying, "This street isn’t yours, I’ll walk if I want, mind your own business."

Having experienced how shameless Norman Sutton can be, Lana Holloway wasn’t surprised by his antics.

Her way of dealing with him was to ignore him, treat him as air, and adjust her mindset, no matter how nasty his words, she’d remain calm and not argue with him.

The more you argue with him, the more spirited he becomes.

So regardless of what Norman Sutton rambled on about in her ear, Lana Holloway played deaf, marching on with quick steps.

Norman Sutton, thinly dressed, couldn’t withstand the cold wind on this snowy day, his eyes focused on a loose end of Lana Holloway’s scarf; he pulled an end up, wrapped it around her neck, and then wrapped the extra part around his own neck.

Once Lana Holloway realized his move, she immediately went to yank the scarf back: "Are you crazy!"

Norman Sutton righteously replied, "I’m cold!"

Norman Sutton, being strong and tall, made it hard for Lana Holloway to yank the scarf back, and only ended up choking herself, so she simply took off the half of the scarf around her neck and handed it to him, quickening her pace yet again.

"These little legs are quite nimble." Norman Sutton muttered as he wrapped the warmed scarf around his neck and sped up as well.

Soon they reached a busier intersection, spotting several taxis approaching.

Lana Holloway immediately flagged down an empty taxi. Even before fully getting in, she urgently told the driver, "Driver, quickly go."

"Where to, miss?"

"Albionde, hurry up!"

As soon as Lana Holloway spoke, Norman Sutton was already by the car, and she hurriedly held tight to her side of the door, preventing him from getting in.

But due to safety concerns, the driver didn’t start the car, instead lowering the window and asking Norman Sutton, "Where are you headed, handsome?"

Trying to find someone to share the ride and earn a bit more.

Sighing in resignation, Lana Holloway loosened her grip on the door. Seeing another empty taxi pull over, she considered switching cars, but realizing Norman Sutton was like a persistent shadow, she decided not to bother.

Norman Sutton opened the backseat door; Lana Holloway made no move to stop him, and he squeezed in, half-sitting on her lap.

Lana Holloway wore a look of grievance, hurriedly pulling out her legs and reluctantly shifting to the other side. After closing the door, Norman Sutton smiled and told the driver, "Wherever she goes, I go."

The driver looked disappointed: "You’re together?"

Lana Holloway immediately replied, "Don’t know him!"

The driver, an experienced man, assumed they were a quarreling couple and joked, "Then you should split the fare later."

Lana Holloway nonchalantly turned to look out the window, whereas Norman Sutton adjusted the pink knitted scarf around his neck and played with the dangling tassels, saying, "I left in a hurry and didn’t bring money, so you’ll have to pay the fare later. Maybe you should reconsider whether we know each other."

Lana Holloway chuckled to herself, "Don’t know you. If you don’t have money, are you planning on riding for free? If you don’t pay up, let’s see if the driver lets you go."

She then jokingly told the driver, "Nowadays, there are so many scams, even people who dress nicely mooch off a few bucks for a ride."

The taxi driver laughed, "You know, I’ve actually met someone like that. A man and a woman like you two, the woman got in first, then the man squeezed in. They seemed very chummy, so I thought they were together. The man got off first at his destination, and later when I asked the woman, she said she didn’t know him at all. Took a detour for that guy, all charged to her in the end."

Lana Holloway subtly glanced at Norman Sutton with her eyes, asking the driver, "Driver, does that guy sound like him?"

The driver laughed and shook his head, "Definitely not this young man. He’s so handsome, like a movie star. If I’d had him as a passenger, I’d surely remember."

Hearing such a compliment from the driver, Norman Sutton smugly grinned, while Lana Holloway rolled her eyes.