The Woman From Hell

Theo was stunned when he heard my question. "Why aren't you asleep yet? Look at the time. Are you not feeling well?"

There was obvious concern in those deep eyes.

"I went to bed a long time ago. I just came down to take a look because I heard something."

He quickly heaved a sigh of relief. "It was quite tricky. You know how my personal situation affects the entire business to some extent."

Theo paused when he said this. "Whatever that should come will come sooner or later. I was aware of this since the day it happened. Not to mention..." Not to mention?

I looked up in surprise. Was there something else that I was unaware of?

Theo did not seem to want to talk about it, however, and abruptly stopped there.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

"Were you affected on your end?"

A somewhat cool hand grasped mine, and the expression on Theo's face was practically blurred under the dim light.

"Not much. Some reporters were trying to get more information from me and waited for me."

I would avoid them afterward.

They would then eventually give up as time passed.

Hearing this, Theo raised his other hand and rubbed his brows.

"It's my fault. This shouldn't have affected you to begin with. I'll try looking for a way to ease this situation tomorrow."

One could tell that Theo was definitely already burned out because of this.

At that moment, I could not help but feel distressed inside.

This issue with Delia had been pressing down on me firmly like a large mountain during this time.

I could not stand my partner doing such a thing, but I could not let go of the relationship between us either. I I tooka step back slowly and released myself from Theo's hand.

"Go and sleep. It's late."

Come early morning the next day, Theo was no longer at home.

I learned from Caroline that he had left early this morning.

It was likely because of what had happened yesterday.

I sat at the dining table, eating breakfast quietly. Delia arrived after a while.

"What's the matter? Are you too ashamed to leave the house, President Lane? Are you going to remain at home?" She glanced at

somewhat arrogantly, her tonee

gloating. "I made it clear a long time ago that you'll regret it. If you'd been good and left, things wouldn't have gotten this ridiculous."

My expression was indifferent in the face of Delia's provocation. I put down the cutlery in my hand lightly.

I had heard this speech a million times over.

To be precise, I had already gotten used to this ever since Delia moved in.

"Miss Owens, I would like to speak with you today."

Delia chuckled while fiddling with her slender fingers carelessly.

"What is there for us to talk about? Could it be that you'd like to kneel down and apologize to me? If so, I accept."

"I would like to talk to you about this expose. You're the one who contacted those reporters, yes?"

My expression was becoming more

and more severe, and my tone was

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cold. "Don't be so hasty to deny it now Miss Owens. I say this because I'm quite confident about it."

A trace of guilt flashed past Delia's face. "So what if I did? Are you saying that whatever I said was wrong?"