Wanda In Black Silk Stockings, Ch 44.2

He understood just how powerful Wanda could be when she was angry. While technically nothing had happened, Gwen was indeed upstairs taking a shower. Although Hode hadn't acted on anything yet, once the two met, it would become impossible to clarify anything.

"Don't stop me, I want to go up!" The faster Wanda walked, the more her heart ached, her voice becoming hoarse with suppressed emotion. She was terrified of losing control and bursting into tears. It was the first time she liked someone so deeply; though the time had not been long, her feelings were sincere.

Soon, she reached the door. A familiar scent wafted by her nose, reminiscent of the perfume Hode had worn when they went out to dinner together. She paused, standing just outside the door, as if the space beyond it was an entirely different world—one that would be turned upside down if she opened that door.

"Wanda, let's talk." Hode came up behind her, his gaze filled with complexity.

He didn't want this either, but he was so big that one or two people simply couldn't hold him back. Originally, he thought of letting Wanda accept it gradually, but he didn't expect that this confrontation would come so quickly. For someone usually as clever as he was, he found himself without any solutions.

Nevertheless, at that moment, Wanda was not overwhelmed by the daunting situation. She simply let out a powerless sigh. After a moment, it seemed Wanda had prepared herself psychologically. She extended her pale hand and grasped the door handle made of oak. With a sudden twist and a determined pull...

At the instant the door swung open, the interior of the classical room became visible. It was impeccably tidy, and the room was completely empty. The quilt was neatly arranged on the bed, and everything inside looked so familiar, so normal.

Hode looked at the tidy room, and his anxious heart began to settle a bit. Fortunately, Gwen's clothes were not thrown about; otherwise, the situation would definitely have been worse. However, at that moment, the light from the bathroom shone through. Wanda's eyelids drooped, and even her gaze turned dim.

In her heart, it felt as if she had been struck hard, and she stared blankly at the slightly translucent frosted bathroom door. She could see that the other side of the door was covered in mist, clearly indicating someone was inside showering.

At that moment, her lips, usually adorned with lipstick, appeared pale. "You... the mist in the bathroom..." After a long pause, Wanda managed to squeeze out these few words with a faint voice. It was as though, at that moment, saying those words drained her of all her strength. This feeling left her unsure about where to go from here.

Even breathing had become challenging; the sensation in her chest felt suffocating. Wanda instinctively took deep breaths, and from her increasingly bloodshot eyes, it was apparent that her heart was far from the calmness she had imagined.