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The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 353

“If anyone touches my hair, I’ll make them my mortal enemy!” Norton shrieked, clutching his head as he tried to bolt for the door. Theodore grabbed him by the collar, forced him into the barber’s chair, and gave the barber a pointed look.

She was still a bit confused but understood his meaning. She approached with her scissors, but before she could make the first cut, Norton let out a scream worthy of a slaughterhouse.

“No! Aaaah!”

The sound made her jump, and she instinctively took a step back. “Maybe you should discuss this with the boy first?”

Penelope also thought Theodore was being too harsh and was about to intervene, but he snatched the scissors from the barber’s hand and, with a decisive snip, cut a chunk of hair from the top of Norton’s head.

The mop now had a hole in it.

Norton’s screams died in his throat. He stared at his reflection, at the irreparable damage, and his lips trembled as a single tear rolled down his cheek.

Theodore handed the scissors back to the stunned barber. “Use the clippers. Shave it all off.”

The barber’s eye twitched. “What?”

“Not a single hair left.”

“…”

Realizing what was happening, Norton started wailing again. “I don’t want to be bald!”

“You have to be.”

“Bro, I was wrong!”

“A bald head or a buzz cut. Choose.”

“Buzz cut!”

Theodore immediately turned to the barber. “You heard him. He agreed. Give him a buzz cut.”

Norton, realizing too late he’d fallen into a trap, cried out, “I don’t want a buzz cut either!”

“Too late.”

It was indeed too late. With the hole Theodore had created, the only options were bald or a buzz cut. Anything else would look ridiculous.

The entire haircut was completed in a river of Norton’s silent tears. When it was over, the barber, feeling sorry for the boy, pressed two pieces of candy into his hand.

Theodore had stepped outside to take a call. Penelope gently wiped Norton’s tears.

“Actually, it looks quite sharp,” she offered, trying to be encouraging.

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