The Woman From Hell

Thus, under everyone's watchful gazes, I led my ex-husband into a private room.

This was the outcome I wanted, which was for everyone to see me talking with Theo alone.

Upon entering the room, I closed the door and then went to the window to draw the curtains.

I turned back and saw Theo sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed. He was looking at me calmly with a slight smile on the corners of his mouth...

...

After an hour-long conversation, someone finally could not wait anymore and came smacking the door of the room.

"Wanda, what on earth do you have to say to Theo? It's been an hour. Get out here!"

Delia's voice boomed outside the door as it trembled under her hand. It was as if she was about to run the door down.

I glanced at the door of the room before turning my gaze to Theo. "Your fiancee still has quite the temper."

"Let's go out."

I fished out a lipstick from my bag and fixed my lips. I might have lost the battle, but I would not be underestimated. I stood up leisurely, went to the door, and unlocked it. The moment the door opened, Delia rushed in, almost falling down.

as she said sharply, "You think you can afford it if

the door. You're the one who got too excited, Miss Owens. You can't pin

her!" Since Delia could not get one over me, she started whining to Theo like a

Theo's arm while at the same looking at me proudly as if she

shrugged, paying

He came to stand beside me and asked

okay. Chatting with

Grant was a pleasant

said deliberately in a

tone as I cast

glance at Delia.

back and tugged at the corner of Theo's clothes, asking, "What were you guys talking

could

interjected, "President Grant, this

great importance.

be a secret between us. What do you

her head and

not a matter other people should know of, Delia. So, please

perhaps a little

was obviously unhappy. Yet, she could only swallow her anger. "Theo, I'm tired. Let's go home."