The Woman From Hell

"Well, not every woman is so picky. They do have their own considerations as well. As a woman, the focus isn’t on the food trucks by the roadside but the intention of the person who brought them there.” I said faintly.

"What do you mean?” Xander lifted his eyes and looked at me.

"For example, you brought me here today to share this good find with me. We’re friends, and I'm grateful.

However, if you were someone I had just met or am unfamiliar with, I’d have two thoughts about this. It’s either you're trying to test me, or you don't respect me. It's entirely different.

"Since we’re friends, I appreciate your gesture, since it's not easy to find someone who would share nice things with you. But if we were mere acquaintances, d o you think I'd still open myself up to you as a woman?”

"Did Theo Grant ever test you before? Are you a materialistic woman in his heart?" Xander asked abruptly, his quiet gaze boring into me.

I paused. Would he think so?

He would, I guess. I remember him mentioning that as

long as I agreed to the divorce, he would give me whatever I wanted. I reckoned that in his heart, I married him solely for the money.

My phone rang while I was deep in my thoughts.

I scooped some food into my bowl and answered the phone.

"Where are you?" Theo's cold yet furious voice rang from the other side of the phone.

It looked like he was out of the operating room and his operation was successful.

"I'm out, President Grant. How can I help you?" My tone was formal and monotonous.

Xander saw that I was on the phone, so he headed inside the restaurant to get some drinks.

"What are you doing?” His tone dropped a few degrees and was laced with displeasure.

"Eating with a friend," I replied to him blatantly. I had nothing to hide.

"Wanda Lane!" Theo yelled through gritted teeth. "Well done. Your husband has just come out from an operation and is now in the hospital, yet you're outside eating with a friend. Remarkably well done!"

"I signed what I needed to and handled all the procedures. Plus, judging by the way you're speaking, President Grant, it seems like you're on your way to recovery. If there's nothing else, I’ll hang up first," I replied nonchalantly, ignoring his rage.

"Come to the hospital, now.” His voice was icily demanding. He would not allow me to reject him.

If this were before, I would have gone there immediately, but I felt rebellious today. "I'm afraid I'd have to disappoint you, President Grant. It’ll take me some time since I'm still with a friend." 1

"Who the heck are you with right now?!" He roared, almost bursting my eardrum.

I placed the phone farther away from my ears and replied irritably, "Xander Nietzsche."

"Wanda Lane, I just got into a small accident. I'm not dead yet. Are you in such a rush to find yourself the next man? We're still married, and you're still obliged t o take care of me." I could tell that he was mad, extremely mad.

My irritation grew. "On what basis am I obliged to take care of a husband who got himself into an accident when he was with his mistress?

"Besides, I'm sure you don’t lack caretakers by your side. Isn’t Miss Reed very willing to take care of you? If I were to appear, she would be very unhappy. I'm being considerate toward you. You're unwell, you don't have the energy to wheedle her. I shall not add t o your misery. Get well soon. I'm sure Miss Reed will take extremely good care of you."

After I finished saying everything in one breath, I hung up and turned off my phone. I did not give him a chance to reply to me.

Xander passed me a bottle of yogurt. I conversed with him while I was shelling my lobster. This meal took us two hours to finish.

After sending me to my villa, I thanked him before making my way toward the door. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Wanda Lane,” Xander called out. For the first time, he was using my full name. His tone was overly formal.

I stopped in my tracks, turned around, and looked at him.

He stuck his head out the car window and looked at m e solemnly. "Promise me, if there’s a day when you want to choose a new path, remember that I'm always here. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you and your child. I won’t let any harm come your way."

I smiled and replied to him, "I’m the kind who sticks t o my path all the way to the end, so there’s no ’if’. However, I'd still like to thank you. Being your friend makes me happy."

I turned and entered through the door, no longer looking at him.

As soon as I reached the living room, Miss Woods was hinting at me with her eyes. I soon realized that there was someone on the sofa.