His Wife Calls The Shots-Chapter 1151: He...Fainted_1
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It wasnβt until the phone rang that she gradually come back to her senses. The call was from her high school bestie, and a late-night call usually meant an invitation to supper.
"Iβm not in the mood to eat, you guys go ahead."
"Layla! Weβre at Las Anserville, hurry over, we need backup immediately!"
The sound of bickering and tables being overturned echoed from the other side of the phone, a chaotic mix of menβs and womenβs voices.
Layla Lowellβs gaze turned icy: "Iβm on my way!"
Good, she felt like having a fight.
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Elsewhere.
On a mostly deserted lawn, Wanda Wesley blinked up at Robert Foster.
"Even though I love listening to you talk, youβve been on about astronomy for quite a while now."
Immediately after arriving, Robert had started chatting with her about how pretty and adorable the stars were, which quickly escalated into an extensive discussion on astronomical knowledge.
Robert scratched his head: "Really?"
Wanda glanced at his pocket: "You have something for me, donβt you?"
Robertβs eyes narrowed.
Wanda held out her hand: "Give it to me then."
Robertβs heart picked up, and he slowly extracted a box from his pocket.
"Actually, I wanted to give you this first thing today."
Wanda took it and opened up to see, her eyes lighting up instantly.
It was a ring.
"Thank you."
She jumped up, pecking him on the lips. Then, looking down, she admired the ring, her eyes revealing her delight.
Under the moonlight, Robertβs face turned exceptionally red.
Wanda was too busy rejoicing to notice the color of his face.
Like a ripe shrimp.
"I think I better... head back now."
He dropped that line and turned to leave.
Wanda rushed up joyfully, wrapped her arms around his waist, and leaned her face on his back.
"Iβm so happy."
Robert didnβt respond.
She took the initiative again, reaching out to hold his hand.
Just as she was about to grasp it, Robert suddenly slumped and fainted.
Wanda was shocked. She quickly steadied him and laid him down, realizing that it seemed to be induced by excessive excitement.
She frowned with annoyance.
At the same time, in Mane Yorkβs dormitory.
The trophy and rewards for second place had been brought by her roommates to console her, but as soon as she had returned, she cocooned herself in her blanket, silently crying.
"Manie, itβs okay. The prize for second place is really generous too, why donβt you take a look?"
As soon as the performance ended, Mane had headed straight back to the dormitory. Someone else from her group had accepted the award on her behalf.
"Take it away, I donβt want to see it." Maneβs voice echoed in the dorm.
Her three roommates exchanged awkward glances.
Roommate A: "Our Young Lady is throwing a fit because she hasnβt experienced losing before."
Roommate B: "This is good too, let her understand there are always people better than her."
Roommate C: "..."
"Manie, didnβt you say weβre gonna celebrate your brotherβs birthday? Letβs get up."
Manie sniffled, her gaze blank.
Remembering the coldness of Alexander Foster, she found herself overwhelmed by sadness.
That wasnβt the most important part; the main issue was, she had not performed well.
She didnβt want to face him!
"You guys go first." she said.
Seeing that they couldnβt convince her, her roommates laid everything down: "Alright, weβll go grab some late-night snack then. You rest well and let us know if you need anything."
The dormitory immediately fell quiet.
Manie threw off her blanket. The stiflingly warm air immediately dispersed.
She sniffled, sat up, and saw the trophy signifying second place.
A surge of discontent overwhelmed her again.
She began to talk to herself.
"Why did I lose to her? Why? Iβve been studying here for over a year now and I have so many supporters. Why would I lose to a newcomer? It doesnβt make sense!"
