The Woman From Hell

I put my phone away and saw Xander sitting there in a daze. I asked, "Aren’t we going for dinner? Are you going to meet your old classmates like that?"

In a day, not only had he grown a stubble but his hair was also unkempt from just having woken up. I wondered what his fans would think of him when they saw how untidy he looked.

Upon being reminded, he got up to go to the bathroom and quickly came out looking like the same shining star he had always been.

It was important to dress up regardless of whether one was a man or woman.

I walked out of the hotel with Xander and hailed a cab to a nearby estate, where there were separate cabins. Each of them was spaced far apart with maximum privacy.

His former classmates were pretty considerate people as they had chosen this place to eat so the fans would not discover them.

I thought this was a reunion at first and there would b e a lot of people, but it turned out that there were only three. Xander introduced us to each other. Only then did I learn that they were his university roommates.

Wine was inevitable at a men's party. The men spoke and drank, gradually growing tipsy.

"So, are you still single? Say, you're such a capable man yet you don't even have a woman beside you. Others will pity you if they learn about this,” said one o f the male classmates while looking at Xander.

"You know how loyal Xander is. Do you remember the first semester of freshman year? He got himself drunk and started crying, forcing us to find his crush. How could we possibly know who his crush was? When he sobered up the next day, he wouldn't tell us her name no matter what. Since

then, he has become completely unreachable. No opposite gender dared to come three feet close to him."

All the men except Xander were excited to talk about the past. He glanced at me and drank his wine in silence. It was rare for him to be silent.

I did not know that Xander was actually so loyal. It was hard to tell from how he normally behaved.

The dinner continued late into the night. The men were drunk, and Xander had completely passed out.

As the only person who had not drunk, I hailed a cab for each of them according to the addresses they told me. I then got the attendants to put them in the cars.

The cab pulled over in front of the hotel's entrance. Xander was still asleep and I had to exert a lot of

strength to drag him out of the car.

This idiot! He was clearly bad at drinking yet was always drinking a lot. He had been drunk twice in two short days. Was he trying to torment this pregnant lady like me?

I looked at the unconscious Xander, then at the long distance from the street to the hotel's entrance. I let out a long sigh. I was itching to just leave him at the side of the road.

However, I could not bring myself to do it in the end. I lowered my head and placed Xander's arm across my shoulder. I walked forward with much difficulty while supporting him.

One step, two steps, three steps... My waist could hardly straighten from the pressure.

At this moment, my phone rang. I stopped in my tracks and let Xander lean against me as I pulled out m y phone. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

It was a call from Mason. "I’m going to meet a friend tomorrow afternoon. Let’s meet up at night.”

"Sure, give me a call when you’re free. I'll probably be here for a few days-"

As I spoke, Xander's arm slipped from my shoulder and his hand unconsciously grabbed onto the clothes i n front of my chest. Shocked, I instinctively pushed him away. 1

I used a lot of strength to push him. Xander, who was completely passed out, was caught off guard and fell straight to the ground. The back of his head knocked the ground so hard that it let out a muffled sound.

Dumbfounded, I quickly bent down to help him up as I asked anxiously, "Are you okay?"

He opened his eyes with much difficulty and glanced a t me before closing them again. No matter how I called out his name, he would not budge.

I was frightened out of my wits. He had fallen very hard just now. Would he suffer from a concussion? Not knowing what to do, I helplessly took him in my arms.

"Call the ambulance," someone beside me shouted.

It was only then did I come back to my senses and pull out my phone in a fluster. I called the ambulance.

Soon, Xander was sent to the hospital. After a series of checks, the doctor said that he had a mild concussion but they could only know the details after he sobered u p tomorrow. He would have to stay in the hospital overnight for observation.

"He hasn't woken up. Is it very serious?" I was very worried. I would be in trouble if anything happened to his brain.