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

opened the door

room and was waiting for the two of

was a chatterbox as always, while Drover and I were uncharacteristically quiet. We did not really

look at me and then looked at Drover before

"No."

"No."

sounded at the same time. Drover and I looked at each other. I redirected my gaze so that I was not looking at

before actually laughing a bit. "There's quite a tacit understanding between you two. So, you two

back to his room to do whatever it was that he was doing while Marius and I

glanced toward

before looking at me. "What happened between you and Drover? I

and you already got into for

fight?" en.swhovels.net

an argument? ... It did not seem to count as

slap him, but he was the one who got too close and kept pushing his way over. It felt intimate, and had to

thought about it, the more guilty I felt. Marius, who was beside me, could not help himself. "What are you

don't want to tell you. I just don't