NovelEnglishWatching Karen about to slide behind the wheel, Dorothy quickly tugged her away from the driver's side.
"Let me drive. You shouldn't be driving in your condition." She said.
"When you were pregnant with the twins, you still went to meetings and worked with your big belly. And I'm not that delicate as well!" "It's different. You've got someone to love you." Karen pouted, "You had someone too. It’s just that you didn't want him." Back then, all it would have taken was a single command and Kenneth would have spoiled her like a real princess, not caring one bit that the baby in her belly belonged to Everett.
"Let's not dredge up the past. Get in the car." "Okay." Karen settled into the passenger seat, shaking her head wistfully, "If only | wasn't pregnant. We could hit the bar for a nightcap and get blissfully wasted—that'd be the life!" Dorothy cast a sidelong glance at her but didn't mention her own bar escapade the previous night.
"Jeffrey wouldn't let you near a bar as well if you weren't pregnant." That place, with men prowling around like hawks, eyeing every woman who walked in as prey—if Karen stepped foot in there, Jeffrey would probably have the bar shut down on the spot.
"| just wouldn't tell him. He's bound to go on business trips now and then, like now." Karen stuck out her tongue.
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"Honestly, | used to think Jeffrey was so handsome, the perfect catch. But now that I've seen him day in and day out, he just seems... ordinary. Guess that's what they call getting used to someone." Dorothy smiled resignedly, her thoughts involuntarily drifting to Everett. She... didn't seem to tire of his image.
Everett remained as striking and noble as ever.
"Ah... | could really use a drink! How about we grab one, Dorothy?" Karen quipped.
"No way." If Dorothy agreed to that, she'd be the crazy one.
But inside, she was contemplating whether to hit the bar herself again that night.
After all, she no longer feared making a drunken call to Everett—not since she'd confirmed that he'd blocked her number.
The main thing was getting drunk meant she could sleep soundly. She desperately needed that rest, the kind where you didn’t think about anything and where your mind was blissfully empty.
"Hey? Dorothy, it looks like there's a car following us," Karen suddenly said as she pointed to the rearview mirror.
Dorothy glanced back.
It was a nondescript black car with an obscured license plate, definitely not a luxury model.
"You're probably overthinking it. Why would someone be following us?" "Maybe it's Jeffrey's goons tracking me! I'm going to call and grill him." Karen whipped out her phone and fiercely interrogated Jeffrey.
Only after she was convinced that he wasn't behind it did she hang up.
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"Could be just a coincidence." Dorothy said.
Karen nodded, "Yeah, | just found it suspicious. We were driving so slow and | saw that car didn't overtake us like it was dead set on tailing us."
Dorothy chuckled, "Karen, | remember you used to say you liked clingy, handsome guys . You said they're a rara breed with their love-struck brains, hard to come by.
But now it seems like you can't stand Jeffrey's clinginess."
"Him? He's over the top! And I think he's nuts; he's a lunatic."
Jeffrey was a walking contradiction.
With Karen, he was the epitome of obedience, like a well trained Labrador with the occasional temper tantrum that he'd quickly self-soothe.
But with others, he was nothing short of a brute. Getting into fights was like a daily routine for him, as if even the most basic sense of morality had no hold on him.
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