The Woman From Hell

Miss Woods gave me a delighted smile and said," There’s no hurry. You haven't eaten yet either, so let’s talk about it after you finish eating. Let me bring you another bowl of soup."

After knowing each other for some time, Miss Woods knew my temper well by now. She had earnestly advised me on this matter because she wanted me to stop being as stubborn as I usually was and instead take the initiative to apologize. Therefore, when she saw me readily agreeing with her, she was, of course, very happy about it.

I understood her intentions. "I’m full now. You can go and scoop some rice!” I said as I drank the soup.

Along with the food and soup Miss Woods had placed on the tray, I picked up the parcel and went up to the second floor.

I hesitated for a long time in front of the study. After some time, I raised my hand and knocked on the door. Theo's deep and cold voice came from inside. "Miss Woods, I’m not hungry. Leave me alone."

"It's me!" I said softly and carefully, my heart in my mouth. Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

There was no sign of a reply from the inside. As I

stood outside, I grew so nervous my palms became all sweaty.

"Come in." After a while, a cold voice came from the inside.

I was relieved and gently pushed the door open.

Inside the room, Theo sat at the desk with a cold expression and gloomy eyes. He had lit a cigarette in his hand but was not smoking it.

After a pause, I went forward and put the tray down o n the coffee table. I told him, "Miss Woods told me you haven’t had your dinner yet. Come and have some. Today's lotus root with pork rib soup dish tastes really hearty."

After I finished talking, I got up and looked at him quietly.

I was going to ask him if his back was injured, but when I lifted my eyes and looked at him, I was afraid I would make him angry, so I chose to keep quiet.

"How dare you come back?" After a long stand-off, he finally spoke. His voice was cold, his eyebrows straight, and his jawline sharp.

I felt so nervous I even swallowed my saliva in fear. It was my fault for whipping him with a stick in that moment of desperation. It was too late to regret my actions now, though, so I could only lower my head to repent.

"I'm sorry, I was too impulsive at the time. It's just that,

I really can't help it. When I hit you, my heart hurt as well. Theo, it is my fault. Would you like to whip me back with another stick to relieve your anger?"

"You're so incredible, huh? If I hit you with a stick to relieve my anger, are you sure you'll be able to stand i t?" He looked at me with a treacherous smile. It felt a little creepy.

Although I was scared, I nodded my head sincerely. "0 f course I'll be able to take it. If you're still angry, you can hit me a few more times.”

"Wanda Lane, when did you learn to be so slick? Do you think I'll no longer be angry if your attitude preempts me?" he squinted as he said. I could not detect any emotions on his face, but I knew he was angry.

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Although my sincere apologies had been ignored, I did not give up. I continued speaking. "It's late now, and you haven’t had your dinner yet. That's bad for your stomach. Why don't you finish your meal before you hit me so you'll have more strength, and you'll feel more relieved?"

I deliberately ignored the anger in his eyes, brought the tray to his desk, and handed it to him flatteringly. After all, it was all my fault, and the only thing I could do now was beg for his forgiveness from the bottom of my heart. Otherwise, I was afraid I would suffer even more.

He leaned back against the back of the chair and did not move, looking at me with his attractive eyes.

"By the way, I've ordered two sets of custom suits for you, and they've just arrived today. You can try them o n later to see whether they fit well. The clothes from this brand are pretty good." I placed the bag of clothes on the desk.

He glanced sideways. He was surprised, but soon he regained his gloomy and cold aura while he coldly said, "I don't lack clothes. You're truly shrewd enough t o be able to give me a sweet date after hitting me with that stick."

He wore a gloomy look on his face, and his words were like a sharp blade dampening my enthusiasm. When I ordered the suits, I had wanted to surprise him, and I had been quite excited when I thought about it.

I did not expect the suits to arrive at the wrong time. Because of that, they had now become a part of my scheming. I was upset that my affection had been misunderstood, but I looked at the bag of clothes and said nothing.

We remained speechless to each other, and suddenly, the atmosphere in the room grew a little depressing. After a long time, he finally said, "If you want to apologize, you have to get to the point. If I don’t ask you about Tyler Schuman, you won't bring him up yourself, will you?"

I had not been in a good mood at first, and when he mentioned Tyler, I felt even more fretful. These things were inherently complicated. I felt extremely reluctant to talk about this topic now, especially when it required me to speak about my past.