The Woman From Hell

On the street outside the window, Petra was holding Cindy. The two were talking and laughing as they walked toward the mall from across the street.

I wondered how the two of them met each other.

Seeing how close they were, I thought they looked just like mother and daughter. However, when I mentioned Xander's mother previously, Cindy looked a s though she did not know anything.

However, I was never a nosy person, so I ignored these things and got ready to go home after seeing that it was getting late.

"Let's go?” I asked Xander.

He could barely hold himself up, and after beckoning the waiter to pay the bill, he staggered to his feet. He looked like he was about to fall. I hurriedly went over t o hold him and asked worriedly, "Can you still walk?"

"I'm okay." He waved and staggered outside. With how much his body was swaying, it was dangerous to leave him be. I had no choice but to step forward and support him with my body as we walked forward.

We walked with much difficulty and I was finally able to get him in the car. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

I wanted to drive him back to Petra's place but he

refused to and asked me to take him back to Regal Villa.

"When did you buy a house in Regal Villa?" I was curious because I had never heard him mention it before.

"You never take the things I say seriously." Xander lay at the back, sounding both aggrieved and sad.

I felt dejected because I did not remember when exactly he told me about this.

Soon, the car arrived at the address that Xander had mentioned. It turned out that his house was in the same row as mine but mine was halfway up the mountain, whereas his house was on top of the mountain. That meant he would pass by my house whenever he drove up and down the mountain.

Why had I not encountered him before, though?

After ringing the doorbell for a very long time, an old man walked out. A butler, perhaps. After thanking me, he helped Xander inside.

Xander was a person who largely kept to himself, so apart from his agent, he did not have a single assistant beside him. Thankfully, though, there was someone to take care of him at home.

I was extremely worn out after leaving Xander's house and really hated the fact that I still needed to drive. Hence, I was ready to head straight to bed right after returning to the villa.

When I was done parking the car and about to enter the door, I saw plumes of smoke outside the door.

Someone was smoking outside my house and I did not even notice it when I came in.

Worried, I walked toward the side of the door and when I grew closer, Theo's tall and sturdy figure came into view.

He stood there in silence, staring at me with a cold and menacing gaze.

I frowned. Why was he smoking outside the door?

"Where did you go?" he asked with a cold voice and stern tone.

"I went to have dinner with a friend." Seeing that it was him, I set my mind at rest and turned around to walk into the house.

He walked over and grabbed my hand with a tight grip. I frowned in pain. “You're hurting me."

"What kind of friend is he that you needed to personally send him back?" Having said that, he pulled me into his arms and I was completely at his mercy.

It turned out that he had been standing outside the door when I drove past earlier. It was too dim at the time so I did not notice him.

Seeing how quiet I was, he was even more displeased. He clenched my chin and said in a deep, hoarse voice, "Who is he that he’s even making you drink alcohol

when you're pregnant?"

The alcohol scent on my body was probably left behind by Xander when I was holding him up just now. My chin was hurting from his grip. I peered into his eyes and groaned. "It's none of your business."

He clutched my chin harder and said in a cold voice," Wanda Lane, whose business is it if not mine? Is it the business of that backup you just found? Well, dream o n! I'll not let another man raise my son." 1

His voice was extremely chilly, and the expression on his face was intimidating. His distinct facial features were contorted in anger, and his pupils were so dark that they looked like an abyss. There was also a hint o f viciousness on his face.

Although I was afraid, his words made me even angrier. I pushed him away and screamed, "Do you think everyone has wandering eyes like you? Sparing no one and preparing a bunch of backups for your entertainment?"

I ignored him after saying those words and went upstairs, locking the door from the inside. After that, I went to bed.

I had not been sleeping well lately and suddenly wanted to sleep tonight.

I was half-asleep when I felt as though someone was walking around my bed. They seemed to have covered me with a blanket before sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at me. Then, they got into the bed and hugged me tightly. I could hardly breathe because of the tight embrace and tried to open my eyes to see but I could not no matter how hard I tried.