The Woman From Hell

For the rest of the time, I was on tenterhooks and could only laugh at everyone's jokes half- heartedly. I only breathed a sigh of relief when Mason sent me a text: [She's back in the hotel.]

I called Cecilia but her phone was off. She had probably fallen asleep. She would normally sleep when she was drunk.

As we had to work the next day, dinner ended early. I slept as soon as I got back to the hotel room, mainly because I did not rest well in the hospital last night. Besides, Dr. Lynch's medication was effective, so I had been sleeping very well the past few days.

I slept through the night. The next morning, Xander knocked on my door and said that he wanted to take m e for breakfast on an island.

I did not understand why he had to make breakfast seem so sophisticated and was also surprised that there was actually a place called 'Breakfast Island'. It was said to be an island dedicated to the world's various special breakfasts. One could only get there with a boat.

I gave in. How could one be so fussy when it came to eating breakfast?

I did not want to go at first, but when I remembered that Cecilia was drunk last night, I thought it would be nice if I could take her out to have something to eat. Hence, I pulled out my phone to give Cecilia a call.

The phone rang for a very long time before I finally heard Cecilia's groggy and languid voice, "Who's this?! Why are you calling me this early in the morning?!’’

This brat was probably still hungover from being drunk last night. I yelled, "What do you mean early in the morning? The sun is already up. Get up! I'm taking you to have a special breakfast."

Cecilia responded lazily, "Send me the address and I'll go later."

"Hurry up. I still have work to do later." I was about to hang up when I heard a deep and low voice of a man from the phone. "You’re awake?"

Was there a man in Cecilia's room? No way, she was drunk last night, right? How could she still have the energy?

"You brat. What did you do last night? You’d better be honest with me,” I deliberately lowered my voice and questioned her.

"Uh, I'll tell you later." Cecilia hung up the phone after saying that.

Just look at how guilty she sounded! She must be hiding something from me. I suddenly recalled what had happened last night. I had asked Mason to pick her up, and Cecilia was the type who could no longer recognize anyone after getting drunk. Could it be...

I broke out in a cold sweat in fear. I quickly found Mason's number and called him. If Cecilia did anything inappropriate to Dr. Lynch, then I would be the culprit.

The phone rang a few times before Mason picked it u p. I quickly asked, "Where are you, Dr. Lynch?"

"Outside. What's wrong?” Mason's voice was crisp and clear from the phone. He did not sound like he had just woken up, nor did he sound like the man from earlier.

I was instantly relieved and said awkwardly, "Hehe, nothing. I just wanted to thank you for helping me last night by buying you breakfast." Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

"Forget breakfast. I still have things to do. Let's meet u p for dinner when I'm free!" Mason declined my invitation.

After making sure that he was not with Cecilia, I was relieved. We exchanged a few polite words before hanging up the phone.

"What do you mean by this, Wandy? Do you hate having breakfast with me that much?” Xander voiced his displeasure as soon as I hung up the call.

I looked up at him in confusion and asked dazedly," What do you mean?" "Look at yourself! We’re just having breakfast together yet you’re calling all your friends to come along. Am I that bad?"

I laughed aloud. What a childish man. I ignored him.

We arrived at the beach, and a speedboat was already waiting to bring us to the sea.

We passed countless islands along the way, each with a special name to attract tourists. One of them was called 'Outlying Island', which looked particularly beautiful.

Unfortunately, it seemed to be a private island that was not open to the public.

"Look, that's such a beautiful island." I pointed at Outlying Island and told Xander to look.

Xander glanced at it and said mildly, "Islands are all the same. What’s so nice about that one?"

"It's not the same. That island doesn't only have a unique appearance but the houses on top of it were renovated in a unique way as well. If it were open to the public, it would definitely attract a lot of tourists," I said in excitement.

"Looks like you not only share similar appearances but also preferences," Xander said mildly without a single expression on his face.

"What do you mean by that?" His words left me baffled.

"My mother and her friend bought this island. They've been working on it for three years now and will probably open it to the public soon."