Chapter 181

Trance had expected to feel excited when he heard Shermaine was coming, but to his surprise, he felt nothing. Instead, he thought he was despicable.

He still wanted one last shot, but in the end, he lost the drinking contest.

As per their agreement, he had to let go of Sheary and keep his distance from her.

With his head bowed in dejection, he was still torn inside.

Liking someone for real–it was never easy to just let go.

Shermaine called, “Trance, I won’t be coming over. Since you’re clearly not feeling well, I’ll have Danielle check on you.”

She spotted a pregnant woman slumped by the roadside, clutching her lower back with a pained expression. Though people hurried past and cars drove by, not a single one stopped to help.

At Shermaine’s words, Trance unclenched his fist and let out a quiet sigh. “Oh, never mind then. I can handle it myself.”

“Got it,” Shermaine responded curtly, steering the car toward the pregnant woman.

Trance hesitated for a moment before asking again, “Sheary, I’ve never really asked you… do you actually love your fiancé?"

Without hesitation, Shermaine replied, “I do.” Her tone turned solemn. “Trance, he’s the first man I’ve ever loved–and he’ll be the last.”

“Yeah, I get it,” Trance said.

“Life goes on. You’ll find someone who truly loves you back–your perfect match,” Shermaine said.

Trance continued with a hint of grievance, “Sheary, I’m four years older than you, you know.”

“Only Sheary would say something so grown-up,” Trance mused inwardly.

Shermaine chuckled. “Alright, enough talk. I’ll go check on the pregnant woman.”

“Bye.”

From the moment Shermaine rejected his confession without hesitation yet again, Trance knew that pursuing her would only mean getting rejected time and time again.

Trance thought to himself, ‘Honestly, I should’ve seen this coming from the first time Shermaine rejected me.’

Trance felt utterly defeated. He flopped back onto the bed, buried his face in the couch, and rolled around in frustration several times before finally coming to a stop.

“This Wallington chapter will haunt me for life,” Trance mused bitterly.

Shermaine got out of the car to check on the pregnant woman. Realizing her water had broken and she was about to go into labor, Shermaine asked urgently, “Can you hold on?”

“No. I can’t," the pregnant woman gasped, her face deathly pale. “I’m carrying twins."

“Holy sh*t, this pain is killing me!”

Shermaine shook her head helplessly. “Your due date is just days away, why aren’t you resting at the hospital like you’re supposed to?”

"Be realistic," she muttered. But the moment she finished, her stomach started to ache. Now she was paying for it.

Shermaine paused briefly, then said, “Get in the car. I’ll take you to the hospital.”

The Provincial Women’s and Children’s Hospital was a fifteen–minute drive away, but Shermaine sped through and got the pregnant woman there in just ten minutes.

But her speeding caught the attention of a traffic cop.

The cop chased her all the way to the entrance of the hospital with his siren blaring.

When he realized she was rushing a pregnant woman to the ER, he exercised discretion–after checking her license, he didn’t deduct any points, but still gave her a stern lecture for several minutes, which cost her some precious time.

Shermaine glanced at the time, snatched her license back from the cop, jumped into the car, floored it, whipped the car around the corner in a smooth drift, and rocketed off–leaving only a trail of exhaust behind.

‘Seriously? I just finished lecturing her about speeding, and now, right in front of my eyes, she floors it again? Unbelievable!’ the cop thought, his face stern with disbelief.

‘After her! Don’t let her get away!

I’m docking points from her license again!

All points off her license!’

“But a two–wheeler stands no chance against that four–wheeled supercar. Looks like the only reason I managed to tail her to the maternity hospital earlier was because she wasn’t even going full throttle yet.

Catching up is impossible, but I sure as hell remember your plate.’

The cop still deducted points from her license anyway.

When it came to professionalism, he was in a league of his own.

Meanwhile, Shermaine sped back to the club. Glancing at the clock–11:15 PM–she cursed under her breath. She was late for the appointment.

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