The Woman From Hell

The banquet was ending soon. I looked around the crowd, trying to find Delia. However, I could not see her.

Theo noticed what I was doing and said, "Lola brought her to meet a lot of people just now, so she's probably resting inside now." "Really now? Then I'll go in to take a look."

I went directly to the room at the back. Delia was sitting there with her heels off her feet. She was taken aback for a moment when she saw me before smiling embarrassedly. "President Lane, I'm sorry. I'm a little tired. I hope you don't mind," she said and quickly put on her shoes.

In all honestly, her taking off her shoes to rest just now was exactly the same as what Cecilia used to do.

One time when we went shopping together, she was so tired that she collapsed in someone's shop. Like Delia, she took off her shoes and sat there to rest, regardless of people looking at her.

I smiled and shook my head. "It's nothing. Rest when you're tired. It's normal."

"As long as you don't mind, President Lane."

"You can call me Wanda. Can I call you Delia?" I asked tentatively. I did not know if it would be too abrupt to make such a request when we had just met, but I just could not help wanting to get close to her.

Delia nodded, a bright smile appearing on her face. "Of course."

"Okay!"

her, delighted. Her every frown and smile was very similar

Delia did not mind it. She just asked me, "Do I really look

also an optimist. She blustered all day as if nothing bothered her. You're different. You're gentle and dignified. It's just that your face is exactly like hers." Looking at her, I

different people, but looking at Delia's face, I

smile. "Wanda," she called out a little cautiously as if she was not

sat up straight.

think we can be good friends," she

excited and

affirmation in her

could not control the joy on my face.

I was

senseing that maybe Cecilia

I missed her

she sent a girl who looked like her

the way, where are you

my uncle before this, but later my uncle's work shifted to Jarlston, so I moved there." Hearing this, I was stunned for

my uncle, so my household registration has always been

"What a coincidence."