The Woman From Hell

Indeed, as the servant said, lying on it felt really good. My nose was filled with the fragrance of flowers and I began to relax. I even started to feel drowsy.

"Mr. Grant is really nice to you, Mrs. Grant. He gave us so many instructions just now and is super worried about you. He’s afraid we can't take care of you well."

I let out a faint smile but did not say a word.

Theo was indeed treating me better and better, so much so that I was afraid of losing him. I was afraid that this perfect dream would shatter at any moment.

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That such a day would never come.

Perhaps the flowers had a calming effect, I dozed off unknowingly and when I woke up, the sky was already dark.

A tall figure stood in front of me and I subconsciously thought it was Theo. Perhaps the good rest I had earlier had put me in such a good mood that I sat up from the swing with my eyes squinted. I opened my arms and hugged his waist. "Theo, can you build me a garden like this too?" "Do you like it?"

I did not notice that something was off with the man’s voice, so I nodded and said with a smile, "Until the day our baby is born, I'll stay in the garden every day. If we have a daughter, then she’ll grow to be as beautiful as the flowers; if it's a boy, then he'll be as tender as the flowers, just like you."

"Okay." He opened up his arms and placed his hand o n top of my head.

I froze and finally noticed that something was off.

I looked up slowly and when I saw the man’s face from up close, I gasped. "M-Mr. Zimmer! W-What are you doing here?"

Matthew looked at my face as my arms left his waist. His gaze dimmed. "Why can't it be me?"

I sensed how strange he was acting at the moment and did not know what else to say. I got up from the swing and was ready to leave.

"You're mad at me?" Matthew folded his arms over his chest while leaning against the swing. He asked in a mild tone...

"Why should I be mad?" I turned around and looked at him with questioning eyes.

Matthew raised his chin. “Goldie frightened you."

Goldie?

His pet dog?

I had no strength left in me to make fun of the name and responded awkwardly, "Why would I be mad at you for trivial things like that, Mr. Zimmer? You think too much.”

"Hah.” Matthew sneered. "I'll send Goldie away regardless if you’re mad or not. But if you're mad, then I'm afraid he won't be around for long.”

Those words... sounded really odd.

I cleared my throat and said unnaturally, "I'm sorry, it's all my..."

"What? Are you intending to act pitiful?" Matthew frowned. "Did you learn this from Quinn or did you already know this?”

I fell silent for a moment before walking up to Matthew. "I'm scared of dogs and I can't do anything about it, Mr. Zimmer. Your pet dog scared me. You should be the one apologizing to me. I'm only apologizing to you because your dog has to be sent away because of me. These are two completely different matters. As we’re both adults here, I don't think you should hold such deep resentment toward m e."

"Or perhaps, should I say..." I paused and continued," You resent me not because of the dog but because of Quinn?"