The Woman From Hell

As my mood was ruined after meeting Sylvester, I stood outside my apartment for a long time without opening the door.

I wiped my face, trying to keep myself awake, but my mind was in a haze. I did not know what was going on either.

"Wanda?"

A familiar voice sounded behind me, and I turned around to look. "Neil?"

It seemed like it had been a long time since I saw him.

He came up to me, a warm smile on his face. "What's wrong? I saw you standing outside your apartment for a long time without going in."

"I feel a little weak." I leaned against the door, pursing my dry lips.

Neil looked at me, anxiety flashing across his face. "You don't look too good. Are you ill?"

He felt my forehead as he said that. His hand was cool, and it felt good.

In the next second, however, my gaze went dark. I lost consciousness after hearing Neil call my name.

When I woke up again, I found myself on the bed in the room with a towel on my forehead.

I quickly sat up and looked around. It was without a doubt my room.

The door opened. Seeing me awake, Neil smiled. "You're awake. And just in time. I just made some porridge. Come and eat. You'll feel better."

Neil seemed to be the one who had appeared the moment I lost consciousness. He must have brought me in.

Logic gradually returned to my mind. Relieved, I finally got out of bed and walked out of the room to the dining table. Neil served me a bowl of porridge.

He was friendly as usual and said as he served me, "You're not taking care of your body. Eat some plain oats and veggies. I had the doctor come over just now. He said you're so thin that the wind could blow you away. That's why you were burning up. I lowered your temperature with a cold towel. Take this medicine after you're done eating and rest for tonight. You should be alright then."

He pushed the oats before me after saying that.

"Thank you. Sorry to have troubled you to take care of me." I picked up the spoon and stirred it through the oats, my tone apologetic.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

I felt very tired all over, presumably because I had been under too much pressure recently.

Neil also sat down as he folded his

hands like a primary school student and turned to look at me. "I know work has been difficult for you recently, but you can only get through it by maintaining a healthy body, no?" t FindNovel

"I know that."

"Yard Group already issued a statement. There's no way I wouldn't know even if I didn't want to."

Neil blinked.

He was actually quite similar to Marius but was more delicate.

"Right, which doctor were you referring to?"

"Someone I met last time. He often came to our house to treat us. I'll introduce you next time," Neil answered smoothly.

I nodded and did not ask anymore, still stirring the oats.

"You're supposed to eat the oats, not

play with them. Or do you need

someone to feed you? I'm happy to do it for you," Neil said and was

about to grab the spoon from my

hand.

"Ah, no need, no need."

I hurriedly dodged him and started eating. Seeing me eat, Neil grabbed a bowl for himself. "Not everyone gets to eat my cooking. You're one of the few." "Truly?"

"Of course."

I lowered my head and smiled

faintly. "Sometimes, you really feel like an angel. You appear whenever I'm in some kind of situation. You chased away those men the last time and took care of me this time. I wonder what the situation will be next time."

"Going with what you said, you'll probably be in a crisis then."

My heart caught onto Neil's reasoning. I raised my head to look at him. His face was solemn for a moment before it returned to normal. "Eat."

I lowered my head and said nothing.