The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 685

I smiled slightly and shook her hand. "Hello, I'm Wanda Lane, Theo's ex-wife."

She was stunned for a few seconds before asking, " You and Mr. Grant are divorced?"

I nodded. "We've been divorced for three years."

Although Theo refused to admit it, I had to say it. This was the truth. Even if we would remarry, I did not want to pretend that our divorce had never happened.

Many things were meant to be remembered, not forgotten.

Only by remembering how hard it was to get back together after our divorce would we cherish our days ahead.

Although Serena was surprised, she kept her cool and said, "I didn't know you were divorced."

I smiled out of politeness.

She looked at Theo and said, "My friend is still waiting there for me. I’ll be going over now."

Theo merely nodded indifferently.

As soon as she left, Theo looked fixedly at me. My scalp tingled under his stare. "Is there anything on my face?"

Theo smirked. "Nothing."

The waiter came up to serve the food and we did not continue on with the conversation.

When all the dishes were served, I picked up my spoon. "Let's eat."

Serena and her friend were sitting not far away from u s. She could see Theo and me as soon as she looked up.

Noticing her gaze, I looked over.

Theo poured a glass of juice and handed it to me." What are you looking at?"

I retracted my gaze. "A beauty, of course."

The sky had turned dark earlier than usual, perhaps because it was a gloomy day.

After leaving the restaurant and getting into the car, I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes.

Theo started the car engine and glanced at me. "Are you tired?"

I nodded. "I didn’t sleep well last night."

Perhaps it was because the house was bought by Cecilia and the renovation was done by her, I could not sleep at night no matter what. Cecilia was all I saw when I closed my eyes.

Theo said with a smile, "You should sleep. I'll call you when we arrive."

I pursed my lips. "When I went to the bar with my colleagues last time, a man mistook me for Serena. After learning that I wasn't, he exclaimed how similar we were. Even my colleagues thought we looked alike.” Actually, I did not really care about it. However, after hearing it from others a few times, it was hard not to b e curious about it. That was why I was carefully looking at Serena’s face earlier.

We did bear a few similarities.