The Woman From Hell

Chapter 142

"Come in." I sat up straight and brightened up, thinking that it would be another employee.

Instead, Xander pushed open my door. He had a mask and a cap on. He was like a thief sneaking in, crouching on the floor. He closed the door behind him.

"I was almost caught, it was so scary!" Once he sat down on the chair, he lightly hammered his chest and exclaimed loudly.

"You’re dressed like this on a hot and sunny day. You'll only garner more attention." I looked at his outfit and frowned.

"What can I do? Fans used to chase after me because they love me. Now, I'm being chased around by paparazzi, reporters, and whoever else wants to take photos of me." Xander was sprawled in the chair with an expression that seemed to say he was better off dead.

He was being seriously slandered recently, causing all his work to come to a screeching halt. He had stopped showing his face in public settings as well. People were desperate to take his photos. The paparazzi were hoping to take scandalous photos, while his fans who were concerned about his well-being hired people to take his photos-regardless if it was in secret or not-t

o know how he was doing.

"You know what the situation is like right now, so you should just stay at home. Why are you out and about?” I replied to Xander exasperatedly.

"That's because I miss you... I miss eating with you so I wanna bring you out for a meal!”

didn’t have time to eat with you. Now that I'm finally free, I gotta grab

not interested." I rubbed the space

"Let's g o. Look at you, all you do is frown all day looking

Theo's care for me recently had made me forget

grabbed my bag, and was about

him. He exclaimed gleefully, "You said you're gonna treat me to surf and turf. Let's

my office was

go to the underground car park, but I went with Xander anyway so we did not

bring me to somewhere high-class. I was

side of town was old, and the buildings were outmoded. There were a number of newly

and their families. The chances of other people coming here

from how it looks. It's a crucial time for me right now so this is the only place I can be now where I won't be recognized. Thing is, there's an alley inside there that’s pretty decent. I

not despise this place. On the contrary, I had an odd sense of

his car right outside the alley. The walls were very much dated. It was the kind that was made of exposed bricks and stretched all

every kind. It was spring now, so I could smell the flowers

was in front of me, tears

in his pockets as