The Woman From Hell

That night, my phone abruptly started vibrating. It woke me up while I was sleeping soundly.

I forgot to mute it again.

I looked at the time. It was two o'clock in the middle of the night. Who could it be?

I took a closer look, and it was from Marius.

I sat up, switched on the small light, and answered the phone. "Don't tell me you're still outside?"

Marius' drunken voice came from the receiver. "Sis Wan, I-I feel a little confused now. C-Can you come and pick me up?"

"Why are you drunk again?" There was helplessness in my voice. I got out of bed, grabbed my phone, and took out some clothes from the closet. "Tell me where you are." I went downstairs after changing my clothes.

The lights in the living room were still on. Drover was sitting on the sofa, and I was startled by his motionless appearance. "Oh my God, why are you still here?"

One friend went to the bar to get drunk while the other was in a daze. Just what were they doing?!

Looking at me, Drover frowned. "Why did you come down so late?"

"Because of Marius. What else could it be? He got drunk and called me to pick him up."

this, Drover stood up and picked up the jacket on the sofa with one hand. "It's late. I'll go. You stay

not just have an argument?

"Let's go together so that there's one other person there to

me, probably because he was worried about

the car and went

going on, but thinking that neither of them had wanted to tell me anything before this, I no longer

hesitant to speak, Drover smirked. "Wanda, I know you're curious, but now is not the time. It's best if

words puzzled me. I looked at Drover and suddenly felt that he was a very deep person. He had a lot of things hidden in his

and could only reply by nodding

car at the red light

it tightly before releasing it again. He looked as if he was making a decision.

at me. "Wanda,

out

someone isn't as good as you thought, what

was stunned by this question. "Why do you ask

something that disappointed you very much. It had an even greater impact, which

Consequences.

might hate him