The Woman From Hell

Just as I was searching, I suddenly heard a sound coming from downstairs.

Brows furrowed, I went downstairs. The main door was open, and there was someone slapping it and shouting outside, "Does a Wanda Lane live here? Please open the door. I have something to speak to you about." Who was it?

I moved forward cautiously. Fortunately, the door was still intact. That person probably would not trespass into the house. Perhaps if I kept quiet, they would think that no one was home and would leave on their own. Thinking this, I kept quiet and made sure my movement was light as I was afraid that the people outside might hear me.

"Stop pretending. I know you're in there. Come out!"

The slapping and calling made my heartbeat quicken. It was as if my heart would beat out of my chest.

My heart shook every time the person struck the door.

Just who was it?

I tiptoed to the patio, the surrounding flowers shaking slightly because of the slaps on the door.

I wanted to see who was knocking on the door through the peephole, but before I managed to get close, the deafening knocking and shouting made me flinch.

"Get out here, Wanda Lane! Or else I'll kick down this door."

The voice was loud. One could tell that it was a strong, built man without seeing who it was. Judging from the footsteps and the smacks on the door, he was not the only one there but the leader of the group. He had even brought his subordinates with him. Who sent him to teach me a lesson?

I had just negotiated with Delia for a one-month period, so it probably was not her who sent them to intimidate me. Could it be an enemy of the Yards?

After much deliberation, this was the only possibility.

"No one's answered the door despite you knocking so long. That means she's definitely not back yet. Why don't you guys leave first?" The neighbors next door were overwhelmed and tried convincing them to leave first.

The moment that was said, the tough voice yelled at them, "Don't meddle in other people's business, or I'll teach you a lesson as well!"

No one dared complain anymore after that remark was made. They closed their windows one by one to wisely protect themselves. "Wanda Lane, I'm going to count to ten. If you don't come out, I'll kick the door down. Don't blame me for being rude then!"

Hearing his threat and the beginning of the countdown, I started feeling flustered.

I deftly returned to the living room and locked the door leading to it before calling the police. "Hello, I..."

After hanging up the call, I held the phone in my hands and held it to my chest. The person had already counted to seven and seemed to be gearing up to enter the house.

Although I was nervous, I tried to remain calm. My pale cheeks were reflected on the glass in front of the door. When the countdown reached nine, a clear voice rang out all of a sudden, "Hey! What are you guys doing at other people's doors? Throwing out harassment and threats? I've already called the police. Don't say I didn't warn you when the police comes and you lot aren't gone!"

The voice sounded young.

"Count yourself lucky. Let's go."

The leader sounded like he was leading his subordinates away.

My flustered heart finally calmed, and I unlocked the door. I went into the patio and looked through the peephole. After making sure those people had left, I opened the door.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Sure enough, they already left. There was also a man in white who was about to leave. I stopped him.

"You helped me out, right? Thank you."

The man turned around when he heard my voice. The afterglow of dusk was reflected on his delicate face, reflecting his perfect smile that was as warm as the sun and as soft as catkins. His smile grew wider when he saw me. He gave me a little nod. "It's no trouble at all."

His voice was beautiful and gentle.

I did not expect him to be warm-hearted despite looking so weak.