The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 2505

It felt like I had been walking through the darkness for a long time, unable to see the end. I was getting a little tired.

“Wanda? Wanda?”

An inexplicable voice like a stream of light sounded.

I ran toward that light.

“Wanda, are you awake?”

I opened my eyes, finally stripping myself free from the darkness. I could see the light again.

I looked around me and was a little confused. “Where is this…”

“My home.”

A familiar voice pulled me back from my confusion. “Professor Logan?”

Don could not help laughing when he heard me address him. “Just call me by my name. We were schoolmates, after all.”

“Your home? Why am I here? I clearly remember…”

Last night, I had clearly been drinking with Nibel and passed out after consuming that glass of red wine. Why was I here now?

“I brought you back. This is some hangover tea. Drink it.”

“Yes.”

I accepted the drink he handed to me and drank it. “Where did you bring me back from?”

He put aside the cup I had emptied and recalled, saying, “You were passed out drunk by the side of the road. Thank goodness I found you. You would have spent the night on the street otherwise.”

Drunk by the side of the road?

How could that be?

Could what had happened yesterday be a dream? No, it was impossible.

“Do you know of a magnificent villa somewhere in Whaldorf City?”

Frowning, I immediately searched Stout Ceramics but realized that no such company existed.

“How could this be?”

“I think you got drunk and couldn’t tell whether whatever happened was a dream or reality. Go in and rest.” Don's eyes were filled with worry.

I nodded and entered the house after bidding Don goodbye. Everything that happened yesterday was so real, though. How could it be a dream?

Running into the room, I turned on the computer and tried my best to search through all the villas in Whaldorf City. Yet, there was none that resembled a magnificent palace.

Could I really have been dreaming?

However, why was it so distinct? I could even remember that man’s name clearly. Even Delia and Theo were involved. How could this be a dream?

If it were not a dream, however, why was there not a single trace of what happened after I woke up?

I gripped my hands as I began doubting myself.

In order to clear my head, I took a shower and changed into a fresh set of clothes. As Don had mentioned, my clothes had reeked of alcohol. Yet I only recalled drinking one glass of wine. That could not have possibly left such a stench…