The Woman From Hell

Chapter 84

Theo responded and got up to walk toward the kitchen. When he walked past the stairway, he saw m e and stopped in his tracks. He looked slightly surprised and said in a low voice, "You're up.”

I should not have gotten up, more so went downstairs. I would not be feeling this sting of pain if I had just stayed in the room.

"Are you there, Theowy?" Cindy, who was in the bathroom, sounded a little anxious.

"You should go. Ms. Cindy might catch a cold later." I looked up, gave a small smile, and turned around to go upstairs. I did not spare him another glance.

I slammed the bedroom door and began panting. For a moment, my heart was clenching so violently it was a s though I was about to suffocate the next second.

The air in the bedroom was stuffy, and the storm howled outside the window. I got up and opened the window, only to be hit by a strong gust of wind. It nearly threw me off balance. I crouched on the floor as the rain came down on me, splashing my body.

I placed my hands on the floor and welcomed the storm. The rain and howling wind continued to splatter and hit my face. The rainwater went into my

nose and mouth. I could taste bitterness mixed with the taste of earth.

Only by doing this was I able to ease the prickly pain i n my heart and momentarily forget everything.

who said that one could get everything one wanted as long

the same no

only heal my own wounds and endure the pain. I had always been alone, and eventually, I would end

out of my eyes, mixing with the cold rainwater. The sensation pierced through my

rain would not stop. I shivered in the storm, the cold in my body taking over the pain from

I could no longer hold on and was about to crash to the floor, Theo rushed

t o shut the windows, cutting out

his lips

weakly in

stopped talking. He hugged me tight, and my wet clothes quickly soaked his clothes. He reached out

water tap in the bathroom and removed my wet clothes very quickly before

an inexplicable feeling gushed out

body touched the hot water, warmth returned

chilly. "Wanda Lane, there are many ways

in pain again as I looked up with tears streaming down my face. I muttered, "It wasn’t m y intention

at the time and merely felt that the rain could ease the pressure in my heart. I was just

tears from my face with a towel. He said helplessly, "I can't shirk my responsibility toward the Reeds and Cindy. I can’t