The Woman From Hell



I did not expect to meet Don here, which surprised me too.

"Are you only eating that for dinner, Miss Lane?"

His eyes stayed on the half-bitten bread in my hand, a smile creeping its way to the corners of his mouth.

He looked a little awkward.

I stuffed the last bit of bread into my mouth, then smiled. "Time is almost up, so I'm just grabbing a quick bite. Where are you headed?"

"To Salt City for some matters."

"A business trip?"

"That's right."

"I'm going to Salt City too. What a coincidence." I smiled.

Don took out his ticket upon hearing this. "Really? I'm on the seven o'clock flight. What about you, Miss Lane?"

"Me too."NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

Don brought the ticket over. "Look, our seats happen to be next to each other."

Was there such a coincidence?

I looked down. "That's true. It seems fated."

"It's good that I can travel with you, Miss Lane."

"Call me Wanda. The 'Miss' is starting to sound a bit weird." I grinned lightly.

He nodded. "Okay, you can still call me Professor Logan. The title sounds good."

"Yes, Professor Logan."

We grinned at each other.

Don glanced at the time on his watch. "It's almost time. Let's check in."

"Okay."

He took my suitcase casually, surprising me. "Professor Logan, I can do that myself."

"How can I allow you, a woman, to carry your own luggage, when I'm here? It's not heavy anyway. It doesn't matter."

Don threw me a smile and then urged me to go over and get my ticket checked.

Another warm-hearted person.

He was a professor, though, so he probably did this kind of thing often.

After getting on the plane and sitting down, Don took out his thermos. "How about some?"

I waved my hand. "No, I'll just drink water." Just as the stewardess was pushing the cart past, I stopped her. "Hi, please give me a bottle of water." "Okay."

After receiving the water from the stewardess, I immediately took a sip.

Don looked at me and asked, "By the way, you mentioned your husband last time. How is the situation now?"

He was someone who had experience, so he might have an answer.

Thinking this, replied, "I saw him in a private room at a restaurant with someone else. But when I asked him about it that night, he said he was working overtime in the company. What do you think, Professo Logan?"

Hearing this, Don pinched his chin, thinking. "Two points, the first is they may just be ordinary friends or work partners He might not have told you about it cause it was not time yet. Second, you have to be careful, she may likely be a female friend."

He was cryptic, but I understood what he meant.

"I believe in him."

"It seems that you would rather believe that it is the first situation. Since you believe so, why don't you just ask him?"

Don's words made me choke.

Yes, why did I not have the guts to ask him if that was what I believed?

I was still afraid after all.

"Go to Salt City and relax, give him some time. Then, ask him again when you get back. Maybe it will be the answer you want." Don's manner of speech was great, and comforting

to hear.

I nodded. "I understand. I also wanted to head out for a walk to relax. Perhaps I will have the courage to ask him when I go back."

"Good luck."

"I have to thank you, Professor Logan, for your enlightenment." I turned to look at him, smiling slightly.

Don was really a professor. His words and deeds were indeed those of a teacher. He looked at me with kind eyes. "It's nothing, I regard you as my student."

"Then, I must be your best student."

"You're very confident."

"That's natural."