The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 143

Click! The noise came from his phone that was facing me.

I frowned. "Why are you taking photos of me?"

"You look good! The photo of you standing below the sunset is incredibly beautiful. It’s a shame you're not a celebrity." Xander waved the phone in his hands and laughed.

I did not want to be petty with him, so I turned and continued walking. It was remarkably stunning here, like a whole new world. It made one feel carefree and relaxed, allowing people to forget about their problems as they indulged in their joyful moods.

Xander kept his phone and walked beside me. "If you like it here, I'll bring you here more often."

"Thanks." I did like it here, but it was not necessary for me to come with him. If we were caught on camera again, things would be over for us.

As if he could sense my worries, he kept mum. Neither of us spoke as we walked side by side in silence. This place was secluded to begin with, and it was especially quiet with not many people around. Hence, we could rest assured that we would not bump into any fans or paparazzi here.

"Other than Theo Grant, is it a no for everyone else?" After a long time, Xander broke the silence. His tone was exceptionally serious.

I was momentarily stunned, only to realize what he meant moments later. I replied faintly, "Not really. It’s just that I met him first, that's all."

Relationships were brash decisions. Most of the time, i t was all about a moment. I met Theo just when my heart began to be receptive toward getting into a romantic relationship, and it could no longer hold anyone else after that.

To be exact, I no longer paid attention to anyone else from then on.

Xander stood in front of me, blocking my way. He said, "Love is like taking a walk. You don’t have to follow the same path until the sun goes down. You can always stop and switch to a better path when you find that it's getting tough. You’d feel a lot better.”

"Perhaps!" I smiled.

"So it means, you'll leave him one day, right?” He was persistent, his scorching gaze boring into me.