The Woman From Hell

Seeing Theo's stern expression, I lost my appetite and slowly put down my cutlery.

"Theo, do you have something to say about Delia?"

Theo stared at me, a trace of helplessness flashing through his eyes. "No..."

"I don't believe it." I immediately retorted and very quickly thought of a possible explanation. "Is it because of her resemblance to Cecilia? That's not something within her control." Theo shook his head. He came to my side and held my hands. "Wanda, calm down."

I did not lose my cool. The warmth around my hands made me feel more at ease. "Theo, I just want to know why. Delia is my friend. I don't want to see this happening."

"I understand." Theo parted his lips lightly. "I will not interfere with the friends you choose to make. I've never thought of doing so."

"Then what about Delia?" I asked again. I wanted to know the answer.

"Don't mention her. I don't want to hear that name again."

My heart constricted at the disgusted look on Theo's face. What was going on?

I could feel Theo resisting. Out of concern for him, I held my tongue.

Compared to the matter at hand, I prioritized Theo's feelings more.

trouble him with things he did not

"Alright."

now on, we would not mention Delia in front of each other. I agreed, but I was still suspicious. This was too weird. Early the next morning, I went to

to me with a smile on her face. "Wanda, good

struggling with what happened last night,

me acting differently immediately. "Wanda, is something going

right through me." I smiled helplessly before telling

she heard what I

the two of them don't interact much, but Theo is so obviously

far as I know, Delia and Theo have

reason to be so against Delia. Could it

Delia is a celebrity, and Theo is now working in

have you forgotten that Delia and Cecilia

is worried that

you for

she

no

you. That may be why

practically dispelled the doubts I had. I nodded. "Yes, Lasked the same