Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 709: Pretty Reliable

"Bang—"

Lana Holloway struggled, landing a slap on Zachary Wilson’s face.

Zachary was momentarily stunned by the hit, then grabbed Lana’s arm again, coaxing her, "Lana, I know I was wrong, please give me another chance, okay? I promise I won’t get involved with any other women again."

"Zachary Wilson!" Lana was somewhat angry, trying to shake him off, but Zachary tightened his grip, refusing to let her leave.

Only now did Norman Sutton realize Lana’s predicament. He didn’t care whether they were a couple having a lover’s quarrel; he rushed over straight away, delivering a heavy punch to Zachary Wilson’s face. Zachary staggered back a couple of steps before steadying himself, his glasses hanging awkwardly, devoid of his usual grace.

Lana hadn’t yet reacted when a tall figure blocked her view.

"I’ve had enough of you!"

Zachary adjusted his glasses, looking at Norman Sutton and said, "It’s you?"

Then Zachary’s gaze fell on Lana, questioning, "Did you come with him? Are you with him today?"

Lana stood behind Norman, offering no explanations.

Zachary mocked with a laugh, "I see why you suddenly wanted to break up with me. Turns out you’ve hooked up with The Suttons’ young heir. Then what right do you have to accuse me of fooling around? Aren’t you the same?"

Norman grasped Zachary’s meaning, finally understanding why Lana deleted that post on her social media.

"Get lost now! With your weak self, who knows how many punches you can take? You think you deserve a girlfriend like this? Are you even a man? Get out of here!"

Zachary knew he couldn’t beat Norman, embittered by the thought that Lana had been with Norman all along, feeling she betrayed him first: "You bitch, you..."

"Bang—" Before Zachary could finish cursing, Norman delivered another punch, this time knocking Zachary’s glasses to the ground, a trace of blood appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Lana worried something might escalate, hastily stepped forward to pull Norman away, who pointed at Zachary and said, "All those years of reading books went to waste. If you bother her again, I’ll deal with you every time I see you!"

Having said that, Norman grabbed Lana’s arm and led her away, leaving Zachary desolate on the ground, picking up his glasses, watching the two figures walk away, feeling deeply unwilling and especially humiliated.

Lana lowered her head, quietly wiping her tear stains off her face with her sleeve, turned to Norman and asked, "Why are you here?"

Norman looked down at her, a smug expression on his face, saying, "I was wondering why the post disappeared yesterday, turns out you broke up? I figured that four-eyed guy was no good a long time ago, but you were blind enough to treat him like treasure."

Lana: "Did you come just to laugh at me?"

Norman snorted, "If I came to laugh at you, I wouldn’t have helped you earlier. Use your brain in the future, don’t act like you’ve never seen a man. Just because someone speaks a few sweet words, you let them trick you abroad."

With Norman’s words, Lana couldn’t argue, though it was supposedly for her own good, such reprimanding naturally sounded unpleasant. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Still, words of comfort coming from him wouldn’t make sense; that wouldn’t be Norman Sutton.

The snow was falling heavily, Norman lifted his hand to pull the hood of his down jacket over his head, asking Lana, "Where are you staying?"

Lana pointed ahead, saying, "Over there, the hotel in front."

Norman: "Just by yourself?"

Lana: "What else?"

Norman: "That’s unsafe, move to our hotel then, with more people, there’s better support."

Lana: "I’ve already paid for the room."

Norman: "Is money more important than your life? How much? I’ll give it to you."

Lana: "I don’t want to owe you money, you can go, I’m here."

Norman assessed the hotel, located in a bustling area, with security guards at the entrance, seemingly reliable: "I’ll take you upstairs."

Lana knew she couldn’t drive him away, especially when he just helped her, naturally she couldn’t show any disrespect.

In the elevator, Norman received a call from a friend, replying briefly that he’d be back soon.

After escorting Lana to her room, he didn’t linger, instead stood at the door and reminded, "Don’t go out alone at night, lock the door, and don’t open it to anyone who knocks at night."

Lana: "I know, you should go back."

Norman stood for a moment, seemingly wanting to say something, hesitated, then his phone rang again in his pocket.

Seeing him take out his phone to check it, before answering, he told Lana, "Call me if you need anything."

Lana nodded, watched him turn around and leave with the phone to his ear, thinking that despite his usual annoying demeanor, he was quite reliable when serious.

She hadn’t expected, in such a large country, to coincidentally run into him.

Regarding Zachary, Lana felt she might never have truly understood what kind of person he was.

He could lie so smoothly, clearly his nature wasn’t something that changed overnight.

He was skilled at pretending and knew well what girls liked to hear, adept at using his cultured appearance to deceive those girls.

When she left earlier, Lana perhaps felt a tinge of regret, even held onto some fantasies, imagining what it would be like if she forgave him.

But when Zachary spoke those words earlier, Lana’s illusions completely shattered.

She felt the Zachary from earlier was a stranger, far from the Zachary she thought she knew.

But perhaps, that was the real him, the Zachary she had in her mind was merely an illusion.

Lana deleted all the photos of Zachary and any posts related to him from her phone.

Deleted all contact and chat history.

She felt a sudden sense of relief.

Though her family background was ordinary, she deemed her hard work had made her better than many peers.

She felt she deserved love and deserved to meet a better guy.

So she would never tolerate betrayal in love.

The snow fell all night, and by morning, the streets turned white.

Norman Sutton woke up early, went to find his coach to discuss the day’s schedule. Learning he had nothing in the morning, he immediately changed clothes and headed out to Lana’s hotel, knocking on her door.

It was only seven in the morning, Lana intentionally turned off her alarm clock last night, planning to wake naturally and go out later.

Yet the "knock knock knock" on the door woke her, groggily sitting up in bed. Remembering Norman’s words, she cautiously approached the door, asking in English: "Who is it?"

Norman seemed impatient, "It’s me, open the door."