The Woman From Hell
Chapter 1995

I was left alone, and I sighed. I stood on the balcony on the second floor, looking at the sky.

The place had not yet been renovated, and there were rough and dirty bricks everywhere. I put my hands by my sides and waited for Drover to come.

I was troubling him again. I said I did not want to trouble him but still ended up doing it.

After a while, I heard someone coming upstairs. I turned my head and saw Drover.

He came up anxiously and looked around. Seeing that there was no one here, he was a little relieved, but he then saw the dagger in the corner.

Drover came toward me and looked me up and down. "Are you okay? Are you injured? I saw a dagger on the ground. She didn't hurt you, did she?"

He asked a series of questions, and they all revolved around my safety. I shook my head and responded softly, "I'm not hurt. I told her I notified you and she ran."

"You told her directly?" Drover looked a little surprised.

"Yeah, otherwise, I'd be sold to a mountain village." I shrugged, making nothing of it.

What I did not expect, however, was Drover's handsome face sinking and his tone turning a little harsh. "How could you tell her directly? What if she didn't run away and instead got angry? It's dangerous with you alone here. Don't you know that?!"

Hearing his increasingly angry tone, I was stunned. Drover really cared about me.

I did not get mad at him because he was mad at me. On the contrary, I felt lucky.

Looking at Drover, I smiled. "Thank you for caring so much about me, but I had measures in place. I wouldn't have let her hurt me."

Seeing my well-behaved appearance, Drover was no longer angry, but he was still displeased with my impulsive behavior. He remained silent and did not speak until we got into the car.

I glanced at him secretly. Drover's face was so gloomy at this time that it made me a little afraid to speak.

After pursing my dry lips, I deliberately coughed a few times, trying to get his attention.

Sure enough, Drover looked at me, but he just glanced at me and did not say anything. Was he mad at me for my approach?

I did not know what he was mad about exactly.

"Drover, why are you still angry?" I could not stand the atmosphere, so I spoke first.

He was sitting next to me and only replied to me after a while, "Do you still want to go back?"

I was caught off guard by this question. I paused, then said, "I think... I shouldn't go back to the villa."

I still remember what Nicky said. It

was the changes in Theo over the

past few days that rattled her.

It

LET

ve

continue to live in Regal Villa would only continue inviting

r advances.

For the sake of my child, I had to endure.

"Then come back to my place." Drover's tone finally softened, probably because he thought I had finally thought things through.

"Are you still angry?" I carefully asked again.

He let out a long breath and then

said, "I'm not angry anymore, Wanda. I was angry that you didn't think about your own safety. Do you understand?"

I nodded. "I understand. It won't happen again."

"Will there be a next time?"

"Of course not."

When Drover heard this, he chuckled lightly. I also laughed, and the heavy atmosphere finally returned to one of warmth.

The car was headed toward his

small villa. Although it was also in

the suburbs, the way there was filled with dife and was not as deadas before.

We arrived, and as soon as I got out of the car, I was tackled into a hug. "Sis Wan, it's great that you're fine."