The Woman From Hell

I lingered in the room with my back against the door. The scene just now seemed like a dream, but it was real.

The hostility that had emanated from him at that time was terrifying.

I could not forget that scene. I slowly moved to the bedside and sat down. I touched my heart, and it was still beating wildly. It was fear, not heartbreak.

There was a pressure emanating from Drover's body just now that made it hard to breathe. I felt suffocated at that moment.

It was terrifying.

I gripped the sheets tightly with my hands, crumpling them. I ignored it and just focused on sorting out my emotions.

Time passed without me knowing, and the bright room suddenly darkened.

I looked out the window. It was dark now.

When I got up, the lights in the room turned on. It was a special device that Drover had installed. If it was already dark out and the lights were not on despite there being people in the room, as long as they moved about in the room, the sensor switch would be triggered and the lights would automatically light up.

It was bright all of a sudden, and my eyes were a little bit unaccustomed to it. I covered my eyes, and it took me a while before I could put my hand down.

Marius should be back at this time.

There was a knock on the door at this moment. I was worried that it was Drover and did not open the door to avoid the awkwardness. However, the person outside said, "Sis Wan, it's time to come down for dinner."

"I'm coming."

to be Marius. He had finally returned. The atmosphere

the door and

dining room and was waiting for the two

eating, Marius was a chatterbox as always, while Drover and I were uncharacteristically quiet.

at me and then looked at Drover before asking curiously, "What's the matter? You guys seem

"No."

"No."

at each other. I redirected my gaze so that I was not looking at

bit. "There's quite a tacit understanding between you two. So, you two got into an argument. That's okay. feat my food and not pry into

room to do whatever it was that

toward

you and Drover? I haven't

already got into

fight?" en.swhovels.net

it an argument? ... It did not seem

way over. It felt intimate, and had to guard against that. I acted in self-defense... but could

I felt. Marius, who was beside me, could not help himself. "What are you thinking about,

I just don't know how to." I was feeling