Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again! Chapter 833: Do You Really Not Care About Me at All?

Watching Norman Sutton co over with a bowl of porridge, Lana Holloway snapped out of her random thoughts.

"Just plain porridge, I’ll go get you so dumplings," he said, placing the porridge in front of Lana and turning back to fetch the dumplings.

Lana looked down at the steaming porridge in front of her and then glanced over towards Norman.

Perhaps because he was used to being served at ho, even his action of using tongs to pick up dumplings seed a bit clumsy.

Just as Lana was feeling gratified by Norman’s change, a woman in a spaghetti strap dress appeared at the entrance of the dining car. Her shoulders were covered with sheer fabric, and her half-exposed bosom seed to inadvertently draw attention, with what might be traces of last night’s intimacy on her chest.

When Candy walked onto the dining car and saw Norman there, she looked a bit surprised and walked straight over to greet him, "Oh, Norman, you’re just getting up too?"

Norman glanced at Candy without responding, counted the number of dumplings on the plate, and added two more.

"Are these the only dumplings left? I want so too."

Norman replied irritably, "With so much food, you have to eat dumplings? Making a fuss about nothing."

Finishing his words, Norman deliberately picked up the last three dumplings from the stear into his plate.

"Norman, what’s the matter with you? Being an to so early in the morning, it’s so annoying."

Norman rolled his eyes at Candy and ignored her, carrying the dumplings back to Lana’s table.

That kind of coyness had no effect on Norman; he only found such chatty, clingy won annoying.

Although Lana observed the interaction between Candy and Norman from the mont Candy got on the car,

even though she previously sensed that Norman was deliberately getting close to Candy.

But she couldn’t help but feel a bit curious about their relationship.

However, when Norman sat down across from her, she calmly sipped her porridge and didn’t ask a word about Candy.

Norman pushed a small dish of peanut sauce toward Lana and said, "I didn’t know if you like sauce, so I brought it separately in a small dish."

Lana chuckled lightly, "I’m fine with or without the sauce."

Norman picked up a dumpling with his fingers, dipped it in the peanut sauce, and said, "It tastes better with sauce. Give it a try."

With that, he shoved the dumpling into his mouth in one go.

His eating manner was still as unrestrained as ever, which was very much in his style.

Candy seed ready to take her breakfast to eat with Faye Xavier. After choosing her al and placing it on a tray, she stood by the car door and said to Norman, "Norman, co join us for cards later."

Norman turned back with an annoyed mutter. He had long been fed up with that woman and didn’t want to play gas with them at all.

It was just because he had a quarrel with Lana a few days ago, he wanted to find sothing to do to distract himself. Otherwise, he wouldn’t bother playing with them.

Now that Lana was finally being nicer to him, he definitely wanted to take this chance to curry favor with her, not waste it on playing cards.

"You guys... Do you all like this kind of..." Lana pondered her words, "cute girls?"

She wasn’t jealous or anything, just genuinely curious about this.

It seed to her that girls could easily see through such types, yet they always seed to have many guys around.

Norman’s straightforward response ca almost without thought, "You call that cute? She’s so affected. Listening to her talk kills my appetite."

Lana: "..."

For a mont, she wasn’t sure if Norman was normal or not among n.

But Norman’s response did earn him quite a few silent points in her book.

Talking about this, Norman seed unstoppable, complaining while eating, "If she were my girlfriend, her nagging would drive insane."

Lana wiped her mouth with a napkin, pointedly asking, "So you don’t like clingy girlfriends?"

Norman hadn’t realized Lana was prompting him, and said without thinking, "If she’s buzzing around like a fly over trivial matters, I’d be irritated when she disrupts my gaming."

Lana: "So gas are more important?"

Realizing sothing in Lana’s question, Norman quickly explained, "I was talking about her. I don’t like her. If it were you, it’d be different. Besides, you’re not as unreasonable as her. I only ga when I have nothing better to do. If you’re around, of course I’d stay with you. I only ga when I’m alone to pass the ti."

What he said sounded like a playboy’s rhetoric, but coming from soone like Norman, it didn’t carry that tone at all.

It seed as though he was just instinctively voicing his true thoughts.

Lana felt a bit embarrassed listening, and lowered her head to take another sip of porridge to hide her unease.

Norman stuffed another dumpling into his mouth and suddenly said, "You don’t really think there’s sothing between and her, do you? I was just putting on a show. Faye, that bastard, told it would work. You ignored before, so I was desperate, trying to give it a shot, pretending to be close to her in front of you. Don’t use this to label ."

Watching Norman anxiously explain, Lana couldn’t help but chuckle, "Why are you so nervous? I didn’t say anything."

Norman: "You didn’t say it out loud, but you’re secretly plotting."

Lana: "I didn’t think there was sothing between you two, just found your approach a bit... childish."

Norman felt a bit irked inside, asking Lana, "So you weren’t jealous at all?"

Lana pondered and softly said, "I think we aren’t really in that kind of relationship to get jealous."

Norman: "Lana, what do you an? Do you really not care about at all? Even seeing with other won doesn’t bother you?"

Lana calmly watched Norman grow more agitated, his emotions close to a flare-up.

But Norman seed to realize this himself, stopping mid-sentence and sitting back in his chair, sulking as he apologized, "Sorry, I lost control of my emotions again. I just..."