Chapter 43 I Slept with Andrew Locke

"What's going on with your neck?"

"What's going on with this house?"

"Also, what were you up to last night? You even got pimples now."

Sheila Wendy came to Continental Court early in the morning and bombarded Nora Hart with a hundred thousand whys.

Nora lay on the sofa, listless as if all her bones had been removed, lounging lazily.

"Did you go prostituting last night?"

Nora hissed, "Can you expect anything good from me? Prostitution is illegal, and I'm a law-abiding citizen."

Sheila looked at the hickeys on Nora's neck that could only be result of some adult play, quite disappointed: "Don't tell me it was mosquito bites."

"I slept with Andrew Locke."

Sheila: .....

Matthew: ......

"Addicted after just one time? Your tone sounds proud. He's just a penny-pincher and yet you sleep with him over and over?"

"Congratulations, sis."

Matthew, shocked by her initial reaction, dumbly dropped that line, and Nora gave her a flirtatious glance: "Good girl."

Sheila: ...Crazy.