The Woman From Hell

The nurse replied in a hoarse voice, "Miss Lane, let's g oback.”

I nodded my head gently.

When I got back to the ward, I realized that Matthew was here. I put a smile on my face. "You're done with work?"

Matthew smiled and nodded his head. He walked in front of me. "Smile a little more, you’ll feel better."

I lowered my gaze and did not say anything.

"Young Master..." The nurse went behind Matthew and spoke in hesitation, "Miss Lane didn't have much to eat since she woke up in the morning. She hasn't eaten anything else until now. Please persuade her."

After she spoke, Matthew furrowed his brows and looked at me. "Why didn't you eat anything?" Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

As long as it had to do with my health, he would become very strict.

I pursed my lips and kept quiet.

Recently, I had been suffering from a lack of appetite. Even if I was hungry, my lack of appetite made it hard for me to eat. I knew it had to do with my mood, but there was nothing I could do about it.

Matthew asked the nurse to send a meal over. I took a few bites and refused to eat more. Putting my spoon down, I said, "I can’t eat anymore.”

"Be good.” Matthew helped me with the food and put it into my bowl. He said, "Eat some more."

I did not want him to worry, so I gritted my teeth and took a few more bites.

After a while, my expression was terrible, and I could not stuff myself with any more food. He no longer forced me to eat either.

I stood up from the chair and touched my stomach. I dashed into the bathroom with an awful expression. Leaning over the sink, I vomited everything I ate just now. I could not hold it any longer.

I had no idea when it started but I could not eat. Even i f I could eat, I would end up puking up everything I ate. Previously, the doctor came to see me and said that it was a psychological problem. He suggested that I consult a psychologist.

I asked the doctor and nurses who knew about this to keep this from Matthew. That was why Matthew only learned about it today.

After my stomach felt better, I lifted my head and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a ghost now. I was too skinny, and even my face made me look like a ghost.

"Am I dying?" I touched my saggy face and mumbled.

"Nonsense.” Matthew's big hand pressed on my head." How can you die at such a young age? You'll be as healthy as you used to be after you recover."

I shut my eyes tight. Tears slid down my cheeks and fell on my lips. I gently licked them, and my mouth was filled with bitterness.

Although I was still alive, I felt like I had already died.

After my emotions were more stable, Matthew brought me out of the bathroom.

I sat on the sofa while Matthew opened the closet. "All the clothes in here were customized. Choose a set and I'll get the nurse to doll you up. After that, I'll bring you out for a walk. It's bad for your health if you keep staying indoors."

It was a good idea to go out for a walk, so I did not reject him.

After I was done getting ready, Matthew brought me out.

He drove to the city center. I looked at the bustling crowd outside. I felt as if I was isolated from the world.

"Is there anything you'd like to eat?" Matthew stopped the car and looked at me with a smile.

"I'd love to have one of their desserts." I pointed outside the car window. "Can you get one for me?"

Matthew raised his eyebrows. "Of course."

"I'm just kidding." Matthew was the Zimmer family's young master. How could I let him do such a thing?