The Woman From Hell

"Be sincere." Drover's tone was solemn.

Hattie seemed to be under enormous pressure. It was like having a mountain pressing on her back. She had to apologize again due to this pressure. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean it." "It's okay." I waved my hand.

After apologizing, Hattie's eyes suddenly became sharp as if she was warning me.

After she left, Drover turned around and continued to look at me. "Are you really okay?"

"I'm fine, really. If it weren't for you, odds are I wouldn't be." The scene from before scared me just thinking about it.

Drover glanced at the tools, then looked at the windows that were left unfinished. "She wants you to clean the windows?"

I shrugged. Sighing, I turned back to wash the dirty rag before putting it back in my hand again. "Yeah, the old chief is injured. Nicky asked her mother to come over to be the acting chief and to make my life difficult. It's just cleaning windows. It's no big deal."

"It's dangerous. You're pregnant." Drover's words were filled with worry.

I signed an 'OK' gesture, indicating that I could do it. "Don't worry. Today was just an accident. She was also frightened just now. She probably won't come to supervise me in the future."

Knowing that he could not convince me, Drover stopped arguing with me and just took the tools from my hands. "I'll wipe the rest for you."

you do such

ruined. I wanted to take the rag back, but Drover raised his arm to prevent me from touching him.

to stop him anymore and quietly watched his tall body stand in front of the windows as he wiped them up and down. This scene was not something I could even dream

he

eyes narrowed, and a curtain of

time passed. "It's done." Drover

a little more tenderness in his eyes. My heart was warm, and I caught a glimpse of the

wiped his face

had wiped himself all over, but he was still sweating. I shook my head and took out another tissue with a

business

is enough."

gentle, and they seemed to have stunned him for a while. Looking into his deep,

atmosphere was a little

the rag from his hand and putting it in the bucket, I then picked up the

a little flustered. He hesitated a bit before answering

picked up the tools and quickly

the department. One of the ladies saw me like this and asked me with a