The Woman From Hell



My words stopped Drover in his tracks. I saw him pause as if he was shocked by what I said. He turned his head and met my expression unnaturally. Doubts filled his face. "What?"

I took a step closer to him and dug out the words buried in my heart. "What are you feeling, facing me now?"

Drover's gaze was erratic. A trace of panic flashed across his handsome face.

I caught his expression and the corners of my lips curled up unconsciously. "Uncomfortable, restricted, a little guilty... You cannot look directly at me and feel embarrassed, don't you?"

Although I was questioning him, it did not sound like I was. I was pretty sure he felt similar to me.

"I know it's awkward for us to say all that, but I want to tell you that I understand why you did what you did. I understand your devotion to Heather, so you don't have to feel like you owe me anything. Or even if you've done something wrong, everyone is fine now, and this is the best outcome, no?"

Although Drover was silent after everything I said, his expression revealed everything. His hands were still in his pockets, and his gaze wandered, not knowing where to look.

I waited quietly for his reply. I hoped he could also speak out about what was in his heart.

I waited quietly.

Finally, Drover made a move. He breathed out as if he had let go of a heavy shackle, and his maic voice sounded in my ears. "I'm sorry about that."

He must have been holding back this apology for a long time. I could feel Drover heaving a sigh of relief after he said that. Before I could speak, he continued, "You and Theo have forgiven me, but I can't forgive myself. That's why I don't know how to face you." Drover shook his head. I noticed his embarrassment, and his tightly pursed lips parted again, "The point is, I've always felt like I owed you."

I shook my head, my eyes filled with

solemnity. "You're overthinking. I know you may feel differently about me because of Heather, but the person you have in your heart still isn't me.✅ou love Heather more than yourself, and because of this, you were easilytled when Matthew brought her up and you believed what he said. That's how you ended up doing something wrong. But it doesn't matter. You're not the culprit, and you don't need to blame yourself for it. On the

contrary, I'm very grateful to you." My tone was calm.

"You're grateful?" Drover's words were filled with surprise.

I nodded. "Yes, you allowed me to see Matthew clearly for who he is. Drover, hope we can go back to how we were before. Forget about that incident. Let's be friends again, yeah?"

Drover looked into my eyes with a slight hesitation on his face. "I..."NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

"When I first met you, I thought you'd be a straightforward person. Why are you dragging your words now?" I tilted my head, my two largeeyes fixed directly on Drover.

His throat moved slightly, gulping as if he had swallowed something.

"I, the victim, can pretend it didn't happen. Why won't you give me face?" I prodded him a bit.

Finally, Drover nodded. "Okay."

I smiled and stretched out my hand, smiling lightly. "Then, let's get to know each other again. Hello, my name is Wanda Lane. What about you?" "Drover Flynn."

"Nice to meet you. Let's be good friends from now on..."

Drover looked at me and finally smiled. "You're scary. Alright, my good friend."