The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 255

"Tyler Schuman, a lot of time has passed and the situation has changed. We're not who we used to be. I'm married now. I have a home and someone to protect. You have your career, and you'll meet someone you love in the future. Therefore, we all have to move on," I looked at him and spoke calmly.

"But why do you choose to continue leading a miserable life? Theo doesn't love you, and he can't give up his feelings for Cindy. You’re destined to live i n her shadow for the rest of your life. In that case, why are you giving yourself a hard time? Why don't you leave?"

I did not want to continue the conversation anymore when I saw how emotional he was being. I looked at him and said, "Have a good rest. I’m a little tired, so I'll be going home now."

After that, I stopped looking at him, turned around, and left the ward.

It was already dark outside. I had driven Tyler's car when I came, so I had to take a taxi home.

Soon, I was back at the villa. I felt uneasy as I stood outside and looked at the lights in the house. I did not know how to face Theo after going in. I had no idea what to tell him.

'My actions today must've upset him very much!

'But I couldn't just sit back and ignore Tyler. It would’ve made me uneasy. The whole thing is just unreasonable!’

I stood outside the door for a long time until my legs started to feel sore. Then, I stepped into the house while I told myself, "What’s to come, will come."

Before I entered the house, I could not stop the pounding in my heart. I raised my right hand and put i t on my chest before I gently pushed the door open.

There was no one in the living room.

I breathed a sigh of relief, changed my shoes, and walked to the dining room.

Miss Woods was making dinner in the kitchen. She was all smiles when she saw me. "Young Mistress, you're back. Dinner is ready, and it’s still warm. Hurry up and wash your hands.”

Miss Woods asked me to have dinner with a smile on her face as usual, which relieved my anxiety.

There was a luxurious-looking package on the table. I could not help but ask, "Miss Woods, whose parcel is this?"