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.

curvature at the corners of his mouth. "That was the first time someone hit me

my thoughts exposed. With an awkward expression, I smiled at

and shook his head twice. "It's nothing. I understand your emotions at that moment.

I really was.

neither push nor shake away. With the intense sense of oppression pressing

it again, my eyes were clear. "Yes, but

it's over," Drover answered me

weight on me finally fell to the

this

glanced at Drover intentionally but also unintentionally. There was a glint in my eye when I remembered Marius' words. "I heard from Marius that you guys often go camping together, so you must be

we stopped for a long time afterward." Drover's expression

knew it was because of Heather, but still, I pretended not to know and

Drover's expression changed slightly, but not by much. His expression quickly returned to

He looked

not continue asking questions. I just continued

climbed two-thirds of the way and were left with only the last third. I looked forward; I