The Woman From Hell

Hearing me, his tensed face eased up while his anger dissipated. He walked over with a smile on his face.

I peered up at him and pouted before speaking with righteous indignation, "Theo, I'm very angry right now. I'm very, very angry. I don't know why this is happening but I feel anger boiling inside of me for no reason. I can't hurt myself because I need to protect m y child, so I can only vent out on you. I'm sorry."

After saying those words, I did not wait for him to react and pushed him out the door hard. Then, I locked it from the inside while yelling, "Stand there and reflect on your own actions!"

"Wanda Lane..." Behind me, his restrained growl rang out.

I ignored him and walked into the house, saying to the team of bodyguards and caretakers, "No one is to open that door. Anyone who opens the door will be deducted a month's worth of salary... Let him in after half an hour."

Everyone exchanged glances with each other and looked at me with fear in their eyes.

I ignored them and turned around to go upstairs. I finally got it out of my chest.

However, I was unable to sleep after all the fuss. Hence, I got up and half-lay on the bed to read.

40 minutes later, Theo came upstairs, utterly drenched. Water droplets were still dripping off of his hair.

I was a little stunned, not knowing that it had rained outside. Had he really stood outside the door for half a n hour?

"That must have taken the edge off?" He looked at me, pursed his lips, and asked.

"Barely!" I continued to pull a long face.

He shook his head helplessly and went into the bathroom.

Looking at his soaked back, I put the book down and felt a little sour. I was starting to cross the line more and more.

He seemed to be the one indulging in this behavior of mine.

As he came out of the bathroom, he glanced at me and said in a deep voice, "It’s late. Get some rest. TH go to the study to do some work."

He walked out of the bedroom without waiting for my reply.

I thought he would linger and refuse to leave the bedroom at first, but...

After he left, I lay on the bed tossing and turning. I was unable to find a suitable sleeping posture. When h e was around, it would feel as though the bed was too small. Now that I had the whole bed for myself, I found the emptiness uncomfortable.

The more I tossed and turned, the stronger the ache in my back was.

I switched on the lights and found that it was nearly three in the morning!

He was still working?

I got out of bed and walked to the bedroom. The study’s lights were off, but the bedroom beside it was dimly lit. The door was unlocked and it opened with a gentle push.

In the room, the orange bedside lamp looked a little dim. The room was not brightly lit but instead felt a little warm.

On the bed, Theo lay there unmoving. He must have fallen asleep.

"Didn't you say that you were working?" I spoke, my tone calm and lukewarm.

He did not say a word, and his breathing was even. He had indeed fallen asleep. I sighed and got ready to leave when all of a sudden, my hand was grabbed.

With a gentle tug, I sat on the bed and fell into a warm and firm embrace.

He coiled his arms around me, his chin resting on my forehead. He whispered, "Can't sleep?"

"Mm." I nodded honestly, closing my eyes to feel the warmth and comfort of his embrace. The sense of security that I lacked all night finally returned.

Stunned, he hugged me tighter and said leisurely," You were the one who asked to sleep separately. I'm a n obedient person.”

"Sleep tight, then. I'm leaving." I struggled to get up after saying that.

However, I was tightly hugged by him once more. "I said the wrong thing again. I'm sorry."

"You're not wrong. I'm the stubborn and unreasonable one.” I pursed my lips and turned around to look at him with displeasure.

He sighed helplessly and got up. Picking me up, he brought me to bed. He stretched out his arm to place it beneath my head while planting a kiss on my forehead. He said softly, "We'll discuss this some other time. For now, you must sleep. Stop sleeping so late!"

Having said that, he used another hand to stroke my belly as he said gently, "Sleeping late isn't good for the baby."

How could I not know that? I just could not help myself sometimes, that was why this happened.

I gently sighed and was about to speak when his fingers pressed against my lips. "Shh, don't say anything. Close your eyes."Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.