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.

dusting the curvature at the corners of his mouth. "That was the

I felt embarrassed at having my thoughts exposed. With an awkward expression, I smiled at him. "I didn't mean to. I'm

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

I really was.

nor shake away. With the intense sense of oppression pressing up

my eyes

it's over," Drover answered me

felt a lot more relaxed after talking. The weight on me finally fell to the ground, and I

this camping trip without any

remembered

to be more frequent, but we stopped for a long time afterward." Drover's expression was a little low

knew it was because of Heather, but still, I pretended not to know and asked, "Why not? Were

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

Heather. He looked like he

did not continue asking

had already climbed two-thirds of