Chapitre 700: High Technological Inflatable Doll

The ultimate rule of the natural world was as follows: no matter what humanity desired, the Earth would still rotate every day and continue orbiting around the sun. In other words, despite Twain's headache, Shania would still be there.

"How did you find the time to come over?" Twain asked as he drove her from London back to the house in Nottingham, a broad grin stretched across his face. 

"To promote the movie in London," Shania replied. "It's just one day, then I'm going to Italy."

Twain set her luggage down while she looked around downstairs. In the absence of a woman, the house had become messy again; a bachelor's life was just too tragic. In the past, she'd had a job too, but she would regularly clean the place when she had time off. After all, no woman would want to live in a dumpster. She wrinkled her brow as she took a deep breath as if she'd smelled something foul.