She really wanted to ask Dewitt how he was made of.
He was so mercurial!
"No need, I'll take a taxi back!" Shirley huffed. Exhausted, she did not want to argue with him anymore.
If Shirley had thought Dewitt would at least thank her, like a gentleman, for sacrificing tonight to help him with this ordeal, and insist on sending her home to repay her. But she was wrong.
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This man was always beyond her expectations!
Without a word, Dewitt got into her car and closed the door.
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It drove away immediately, leaving only shallow tire grooves in the ground.
Completely out of Shirley's sight.
After a long time had passed, Shirley was still standing there, fists clenched by her sides.
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She felt like trash, having been used and tossed outside.
F*ck you, Dewitt.
You f*c
