The Woman From Hell



I lowered my head and looked at Delia on the ground. "Aren't you overdoing this a little? I barely used any force."

"Madam! Are you alright? Please don't fight in our establishment!"

The waiter seemed to have deliberately come over just when he saw me push Delia.

"We have surveillance here, so please don't cause trouble here!" He first came up and helped Delia up before talking to me.

"We're fine, we're fine! She's my friend. We were just messing around just now." Delia was still pretending to absolve me after she got up.

I sneered!

As expected of an actress, she was putting on quite a convincing show.

I waved my hand and sneered. I looked at Delia with disdain, now feeling regretful for coming out to meet her now. This woman was so manipulative.

"I don't have time to play around with you anymore. I just wanted to see how you were going to deal with this." I picked up my bag and got up to leave the private room.

After this meeting, I had more or less realized her true colors.

She looked all pitiful, but the truth might be that she had premeditated everything.

Since Delia wanted me to fall for her schemes, then I would do as she wished.

I exited the coffee shop, my depressed emotions making me feel terrible.

I had not felt like this for a long time. This suffocating feeling was quickly making me out of breath.

At first, I wanted to go back to the apartment but decided to let loose at a bar after thinking about it.

I took a taxi to a more popular bar. I had not been to a place like this for a very long time.

"Give me a glass of whiskey!"

I wanted some strong alcohol now to warm myself up and keep myself from sinking into those painful thoughts.

Three glasses of whiskey flowed quickly into my stomach, and that dizzy feeling made my head feel heavy. Was I already getting drunk?

Feeling terrible, I slumped down and lay on the bar counter.

I felt a large hand on my shoulder all of a sudden.

"Why did you drink so much on your own? You're so worrisome. Come let me take you to go get some rest!" The voice of an older man laced with a hint of sleaziness rang in my ears.

"What are you doing? Who are you? Don't touch me! Go away!" I struggled weakly.

"What am doing? Are you going to

stop listening to me now after drinking so much? Who told you to drink so much?!" The man's voice was becoming more confident.

This sense of crisis had me try to wake myself up.

The old man in front of me was trying to take me away by force. was a little flustered, but my head was pinning and I did not have to strength to resist him at all

Just when the man was to wrap his arms around me, a familiar voice came from not far away. "Get lost! Otherwise, I'll call the police!" it said.

It was Theo's voice!

I could recognize it even though I was drunk.

After that, I watched as security guards escorted the older man away.

"Wanda, are you alright?" Theo's gaze was filled with worry.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Seeing this gaze of his, my heart constricted as my mind thought of the scene of him and Delia together. I got angry again, and my tears flowed involuntarily.

Slap!

I landed a loud slap across Theo's fair and handsome face.

Perhaps I was the first person who ever dared treat him like this.

"Go away! I don't need you butting into my problems! Leave!" I pushed Theo away using every ounce of my strength before walking toward the bar alone.

I knew Theo was still following me despite not turning back. He was keeping a certain distance from me as he watched over me silently...