The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 2365

In the room.

He sat by the bed while I sat at the table. The room was too quiet.

I put one hand on the table and looked at him with a sidelong glance. "Tell me, what’s got you so unhappy? Is it related to me going back to Salt City?"

Theo took a deep breath, then raised his eyes to look at me. There was a sharpness clearly hidden in his eyes. "Who is that man?"

Man?

Did he hear that voice?

I frowned and was just about to respond when Theo continued, "If you can't remember, I’ll help you."

He threw a few photos on the bed after he said that.

His actions were light but very neat.

One photo showed me and the security guard carrying Don. The other was of me helping him into the room alone.

How did he…

I looked at Theo, anger coloring my voice. "You sent someone to watch me?"

"Frankly speaking, they were just there to protect you. I was worried that you wouldn’t be safe outside, but I didn't expect to catch you in the act." His voice was neither soft nor heavy, but my ears caught the sarcasm.

I sneered. "It is what it is. Why are you sugarcoating it?"

Theo's eyes changed suddenly, and his voice became thicker. "I wouldn't have asked them if I hadn't heard a man's voice while talking to you."

"You could have asked me directly. I was thinking of coming back and explaining it to you face to face, but you—"

"Start explaining, then. I'll listen,” Theo said before I could finish.

"President Grant, you’d best ask yourself that first before you say this!" I raised my voice. For some reason, my eyes were wet and my voice was choking up.

Theo turned his face away. He shoved his hands in his pockets and was speechless for a moment.

"I can come clean about my relationship with that man to you. How about you? Can you come clean to me?" I asked him back.

What I feared most was silence.

That would mean that there really was something going on between him and Delia.

Tears slipped down my face unconsciously. I reached a hand up to wipe them away. "Don Logan, that’s his name. He was my classmate from the same year. He got drunk at our party that night and since I was staying at the same hotel as he was, I had to take him back. The hotel security guard carried him up with me and I left later. Since you had someone follow me, you should also have photos of me coming out of his room. That's how it happened. If you don't believe me, I can ask him to come over and you can confront him face to face."

"Wanda, I—"

I continued before he could finish. "It's your turn now. Can you explain it?"