The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 609

Her delicate face was revealed. "Goodbye, Wanda!”

I looked at her face and when I caught sight of the man beside her, I felt as though I was struck by lightning.

Matt.

Matthew Zimmer!

How could it be?

Was he really Matthew Zimmer?

In the black car, the man glanced indifferently at me and quickly withdrew his gaze before starting the car engine.

I remembered the man who looked exactly like Matthew back in Whaldorf City. How could there be three people in this world who looked exactly the same? Was this Matt whom Liz spoke about the same man I met in Whaldorf City previously?

He looked exactly the same as Matthew and I was momentarily in a daze.

The car drove far away, but I stood rooted in the same place for a long time, unable to come back to my senses.

It was until my phone started ringing non-stop did I

answer it, still in a state of shock.

A sullen tone full of suppressed anger came from the other end of the call. "Where are you?”

I was stunned. It was Theo.

"I'm at the airport." I looked up. It looked like it was about to rain.

The man on the other end of the call spoke with a fury that was enough to tear me apart. "Where are you going? It's midnight in Salt City now. Must you make me worry, Wanda? You merely told me that you had business to attend to and went missing for hours. Do you know how worried I was?"

He hung up the call after saying that.

I found a place to stand out of the rain and smiled as I looked around at the completely unfamiliar architecture.

This was my first time in France. This country seemed really nice.

Just as I was lost in thoughts staring at the architecture, I was pulled by a strong force into someone’s arms. It was rushed and passionate. Someone had pulled me tightly into his arms.

When I smelled the familiar scent of the man, I calmed down. "You're squeezing me to death, Theo."

He had no plans of letting me go and held me even tighter.

After a very long time, he let go of me and I turned around to face him. There was an obvious crease on his black shirt, left by holding me too tightly just now. There was also stubble on his normally smooth jaw.

His dark pupils and bright eyes were bloodshot. His voice was low and sexy. “Are you tired?"