The Woman From Hell

"I don’t think so. He's not awake yet because he's still drunk. As for the specifics, I can only tell you when he wakes up tomorrow." The doctor left after saying that.

The nurse came in and hooked up a drip for Xander. It seemed that I could only spend the night in the hospital.

The next morning, Xander finally woke up.

"How do you feel? Does your head hurt? Do you know who I am?" I immediately asked, afraid that he would lose his memory after a fall just like in the movies.

He looked around him first, then slowly turned to me. There was a strange look in his eyes. He asked in a daze, "Where am I? Who are you? Why am I here?"

No way, did he really lose his memory? I stepped back, frightened out of my wits. My tears started falling uncontrollably.

After a very long time, Xander laughed and said," Alright, alright. You can't even take a small scare, huh? Why do you cry so easily? Weren’t you really tough when you pushed me last night?"

It turned out that this idiot was only tricking me.

Furious, I wiped my tears away and went over to punch him in the chest. "You’re really something,

huh? Is it fun to trick me?”

"Ouch, it hurts." Xander covered his chest and groaned exaggeratedly.

I ignored him and said, "When the doctor checks on you later and finds nothing wrong with you, I want you to get your *ss up and go back. I can't believe you made me worry about you for the whole

night."

"Were you really worried about me, Wandy? Ah, you should've pushed harder so you would take care of me for the rest of your life." Xander laughed in an unruly manner.

"Who said I pushed you? You were the one who fell down because you had too much to drink. I was just kind enough to bring you to the hospital," I explained. Since he was fine, I did not want to carry this responsibility any longer.

"Really? But I clearly remember someone pushing me t o the ground." His charming eyes were filled with smiles. He continued, "As a woman, you should be brave and take up your responsibility. Take responsibility for pushing me."

"Uh, you should lie down. TH go and get the doctor.” Since my excuse did not work, I had no choice but to escape.

"If there's anything wrong with my head, I'll stick with you for the rest of my life." Xander's laughter roared out behind me. 1

Thankfully, the doctor did not find any problems after checking and allowed us to proceed with the discharge procedures.

On the way back to the hotel, Xander was constantly complaining about his speedy recovery. He also kept saying that he should stay a few more days in the hospital for observation.

I ignored him and went straight to the hotel. My morning was gone just like that.

Cecilia called me at noon and said that she had already arrived in the South Sea. However, due to jet lag, she needed to catch up with some sleep. After agreeing to go shopping together tomorrow, I told her t o get a good rest.

In the afternoon, the director and the crew arrived. We first held a meeting in the hotel that took a few hours. When everything was ready, we planned to officially start the shoot tomorrow. In order to celebrate the smooth and successful start of the shoot, I decided to invite everyone for a good dinner.

The whole crew added up to about ten people. In order to keep this a secret, I booked a private room in the hotel.

Just as the crew was having a lot of fun during the meal, Cecilia called me and said, "My dear... Come and look... at the night... view..."

Cecilia sounded drunk on the phone as her speech was slurred. Cecilia had said she needed to catch up o n some sleep because of the time difference, did she not? Why did she go to the beach and get wasted? Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

"Why did you go to the beach this late at night, Cecilia?" I quickly asked in an anxious voice. I heard that it was unsafe to be at the beach here at night.

"Hehe... To see the night ocean view. Are you coming o r not?" Cecilia was laughing innocently on the other end of the call.

"Send me your location and stay there. Don’t even take one step, you hear me?" I was anxious, afraid that she would run away.

After hanging up the phone, I picked up my bag and was ready to leave when Xander pulled me aside. He whispered, "Everyone's having fun now. You're the boss, it won’t be good if you leave just like that. It'll affect the shoot.”

I found myself in a difficult position. Indeed, I was the one who suggested this gathering tonight. If I left early now, it would be too rude of me. After thinking about it, I pulled out my phone to call

Mason.

"What's up?” On the other end of the call, Mason's voice was calm and indifferent.

"Doctor Lynch, can you do me a favor? I can’t leave right now but my friend's drunk and alone at the beach. Can you take her back to the hotel for me? I don’t know who else to ask," I pleaded with him in a low voice.

Mason was silent for a while before humming a soft reply.

I quickly sent him my address and thanked him profusely.