Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 754: That Guy Is Just Saying One Thing and Meaning Another

Chapter 754: Chapter 754: That Guy Is Just Saying One Thing and Meaning Another

Lance Quincy is perfect in every way, but Lana Holloway feels they’re not suited to be lovers. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

After spending a day together, Lana also senses that Lance isn’t pursuing a romantic relationship; he’s more like an elder brother, offering his perspective when discussing the future.

When it comes to professional topics, Lance is like an encyclopedia, knowing even the most obscure facts.

Rather than romance, Lana feels more admiration and reverence for Lance.

She thinks that even if the blind date fails, she and Lance could become good friends in the future.

"Lana, it’s not good for you to cook at home alone. If you have time, just come to the house to eat. It’s just a matter of adding another plate during the New Year’s festivities, and Audrey and the others will be there too. You can also play with them." Hazel Yates knows Lana doesn’t have many relatives around and treats her like a half-daughter, so she often invites Lana to family gatherings.

However, as soon as she says this, before Lana can respond, Norman Sutton interjects, "Our house isn’t a shelter. Why do all sorts of people come here to freeload? Besides, isn’t she just the worker who serves our family? Does she actually see herself as Miss Sutton? If she likes mingling with questionable men, then stop coming to our place!"

Hazel Yates glares and rebukes, "Norman Sutton!"

Norman Sutton sets down his utensils, stands up, and mutters while walking outside, "I’m not wrong!"

Lana’s embarrassed smile falters; she presses her lips together and lowers her head.

Even though Norman’s words are harsh, there’s truth in them.

She’s merely an employee at The Suttons, and she indeed should keep her distance; she shouldn’t have been here for this meal...

Hazel Yates quickly smoothes over the situation, telling Lana, "Don’t mind him. He’s had a foul mouth since childhood, never listening, and can’t change."

Lana manages a stiff smile, which looks awkward.

Her heart feels inexplicably heavy, unable to mesh with the lively atmosphere.

Hesitating, Lana stands up and walks over to Hazel Yates, whispering, "Master, it’s getting late; I should head back."

Hazel Yates nods, "Alright, go home and rest early. Don’t take Six’s words to heart; he speaks without thinking, don’t bother with him."

Lana: "Yes, I understand. Then I’ll get going; you all enjoy your meal."

Lance Quincy comes over with Lana’s coat draped over his arm and stands by her side, "Leaving already? Let me take you."

Hazel Yates: "I’ll have the driver bring the car to the door."

Lance Quincy: "No need, Auntie. I can grab a cab downstairs. Lana’s place is near my hotel, just on the way. You’ve been kind to me today, but I’m busy with other things; I’ll visit you again when I’m free."

Hazel Yates: "Alright, take care and stay safe."

As Lance hands over the coat, Lana reaches out to take it, putting it on as she bids farewell to Hazel Yates: "Master, goodbye."

On the way downstairs, Lance notices Lana’s mood, probably affected by Norman’s earlier words.

After all, she lives in a familial void, and Hazel treats her like a daughter, gradually making Lana consider The Suttons as her other family.

With close bonds, she almost forgets the disparity in status: she’s just a worker in their large household, with many employees; she truly needs to be more mindful.

"People say anything when angry, don’t let it bother you. That kid’s words aren’t backed by his heart," Lance gently comforts Lana.

Lana hesitates for a moment, then smiles faintly, "Hmm... I wasn’t thinking about that."

Arriving at the ground-floor lobby, Lance scans around but doesn’t spot Norman.

Instead, he sees Audrey Sutton in the corner, tending to a child, and Lana approaches to quietly say goodbye to Audrey: "Audrey, I’ll head out."

Audrey nods, then curiously asks, "Did something happen? I saw Six storm out in anger."

Before Lana responds, Audrey guesses: "Surely he said something wrong and got scolded, right?"

Lana dryly laughs, acquiescing to Audrey’s assumption, exchanges a few words, and then walks out with Lance.

As they hail a cab, Lana stares at the ground, looking troubled.

Meanwhile, Lance scans about, seemingly searching for something, quickly spotting Norman smoking at the roadside, and Norman’s gaze lands on them with clear hostility.

Locking eyes with Norman, Lance remains calm, neither hiding nor dodging, openly smiling in acknowledgment.

But Norman steadily glares, his cigarette glowing harshly in the night breeze.

Soon, a cab pulls up, and the pair vanish from sight.

Frustrated, Norman throws his cigarette butt to the ground, stamping on it fiercely before heading quickly toward his parked car and speeding toward Lana’s home...

The taxi stops outside Lana’s residence, and Lance follows her out.

Ensuring Lana’s safety, Lance escorts her downstairs.

"Thank you, Quincy. I’m home; you should head back early too."

Lance nods, "Alright. I have to prepare for tomorrow’s exhibition; I can’t accompany you, but I’ll pick you up the morning after."

Lana: "I know the art exhibition’s location; let’s meet there."

Lance: "Alright, get some rest."

Lana waves goodbye to Lance and turns toward the elevator.

Alone inside, her somber mood unveils itself plainly.

Recalling Norman’s words, her nose stings, her eyes turning red and moist.

She seems out of place wherever she goes, her home is lost, and no matter how kind others are, it’s still their home, not hers; a foreigner shouldn’t always be a burden...

"Dingdong——"

The elevator arrives at the floor, the doors parting with a sound.

Before Lana can lift her head, from the slowly opening gap, she spots a shadow, raising her guard, ready to check when Norman’s cold voice cuts through, "All alone? Had such a good time, why not bring that man home with you?"