The Woman From Hell

As my mood was ruined after meeting Sylvester, I stood outside my apartment for a long time without opening the door.

I wiped my face, trying to keep myself awake, but my mind was in a haze. I did not know what was going on either.

"Wanda?"

A familiar voice sounded behind me, and I turned around to look. "Neil?"

It seemed like it had been a long time since I saw him.

He came up to me, a warm smile on his face. "What's wrong? I saw you standing outside your apartment for a long time without going in."

"I feel a little weak." I leaned against the door, pursing my dry lips.

Neil looked at me, anxiety flashing across his face. "You don't look too good. Are you ill?"

He felt my forehead as he said that. His hand was cool, and it felt good.

In the next second, however, my gaze went dark. I lost consciousness after hearing Neil call my name.

When I woke up again, I found myself on the bed in the room with a towel on my forehead.

I quickly sat up and looked around. It was without a doubt my room.

opened. Seeing me awake, Neil smiled. "You're awake. And just in time.

the

to my mind. Relieved, I finally got out of bed and walked out of the room to the dining

oats and veggies. I had the doctor come over just now. He said you're so thin

pushed the oats before me after

I picked up the spoon and

all over, presumably because I had been

down

student and turned to look at me. "I know work has been difficult for you recently, but

"I know that."

a statement. There's no way

Neil blinked.

was actually quite similar to

doctor were you referring

time. He often came to our house to treat us. I'll introduce you next time," Neil answered

not ask anymore, still stirring

supposed to eat the

with them. Or

happy to do it for you," Neil said