The Woman From Hell



Delia was an adult. She must have her own reasons behind whatever she was doing.

Furthermore, I believed every decision she made had gone through careful consideration and there would be no special incidents.

I still could not help worrying even if I comforted myself like this.

Instead of mulling over it here, it would be better if I went and clarified things with her. After making up my mind, I got up and set off.

Recalling that Delia loved fruits, I bought several kinds while I was on my way. Delia's home was not far from the company, and I arrived at her home in less than half an hour.

Knock, knock, knock! I knocked on the door gently.

Delia opened the door and was surprised to see me. "Wanda, why are you here?"

I smiled. "What's wrong? Am I not welcome?"

"It's not that."

Delia's features were scrunched, while surprise still colored her eyes. She quickly welcomed me in. "I'm just a little surprised to see you out of the blue. Come in, take a seat. I'll pour you a drink."

I handed her the fruits in my hand. "It's fine. I thought you forgot about me since we hadn't seen each other for a long time." "Wanda, you're teasing me again. How could that be possible?" Delia poured me a glass of juice. "I'd forget anyone but you."

I pursed my lips and chuckled, feeling delighted. "That's good."

"Wanda, shouldn't you be busy in the company at this hour? Why did you come by all of a sudden?"

My purpose for coming here this time was to clarify the doubts I had, so I might as well start. "I thought you were acting a little strange and was worried about you. So, I came to visit."

Delia lowered her head, a look of sadness flashing across her eyes. "Wanda, you're a good friend of mine, so I'll tell you the truth."

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

Delia was a celebrity. Her identity was sensitive, she could not just tell anyone anything. Since she had chosen to confide in me, then I had to reassure her.

"I just haven't been feeling well. That's why I'm putting off work."

"No wonder. Did you go to the doctor?"

"I did. It's nothing serious."Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Only then did I notice how weak she looked and became even more worried. "What did the doctor say?"

"They just said I'm exhausted and that I'll be fine as long as I get some rest."

"That's good. You really should rest well."

Delia had been working every day after what happened to Harriet. She had been traveling around, filming in major cities. She had practically no personal time. I felt a lot more relieved now seeing that she was able to rest well.

We chatted for a long time. It was getting late, so I stayed for dinner at Delia's invitation.

Something strange happened when

we were preparing dinner. Delia had

supported her waist more than

once. could not bear to see it, so I stayed by her side to help her.

What was even more puzzling was that when the food came out of the oven, Delia covered her mouth and nose with an expression of repulsion.

I was taken aback. "Delia, are you okay? What's wrong?"

Delia waved her hand and took a few sips of warm water. "I'm okay. Let's sit down and eat."

Seeing all the various reactions from her, I kept feeling a sense of deja vu.

Yet no matter how I thought about it, I could not recall why I found her reactions familiar.

Delia probably was not feeling too well, so I did not think much about it. "Okay, you should sit down too. Stop standing now." "Don't worry, I'm fine."

After dinner, I bid Delia farewell. "I'm leaving first. You should get some rest. Don't tire yourself out."

"I will. Be careful on the road."