The Woman From Hell

I tried his method, and it really worked. It actually felt much easier than before.

I thanked him with a smile. "Thank you."

He smiled back at me and said nothing.

Now seemed like the perfect time to talk.

Thinking of it, I slowly started with some embarrassment, "Uh, about that... I..."

Hearing the hesitation in my voice, Drover looked at me with a brow raised slightly. He had obviously guessed what I wanted to say and pursed his lips lightly before opening his mouth. "I was impulsive yesterday. I'm sorry."

He apologized first.

For a moment, I was stunned, then I shook my head and replied, "No, I should apologize to you. I just subconsciously hit you... It wasn't intentional."

For someone like him, surely no one had ever slapped him before.

My thoughts were validated in the next moment.

smiled lightly, amusement dusting the curvature at the corners of his mouth. "That was the first time

thoughts exposed. With an awkward expression, I smiled at him. "I didn't mean to.

eyes and shook his head twice. "It's nothing. I understand your emotions

I really was.

was this hostile aura surrounding Drover that I could neither push nor shake away. With

my eyes were clear. "Yes, but it's in the

answered me in a

lot more relaxed after talking. The weight on

could enjoy this

also unintentionally. There was a glint in my eye when I remembered

a long time afterward." Drover's expression was

still, I pretended not

changed slightly, but not by much. His expression

had probably reminded him of Heather. He looked like he

continue asking questions.

it took, but when I looked back at the road we had taken, we had already climbed two-thirds of the way and were left