Chapter 122
The Woman From Hell
I shook my head gently. "The matter of the spokesperson hasn't settled yet, as well as the
acquisition case. I've been handling it all this while. I donât want to give up halfway."
In fact, the biggest reason was that I was reluctant to g o anywhere. I even hated going to crowded
places.
"Alright. Just tell me if you're tired. I'll ask someone to replace you." Theo did not persist.
I leaned on the window and kept quiet. Recalling what I had done these 20 past years, it seemed
that I had been living a life of fear. Before I got married, I was overwhelmed by tons of stuff. After I
got married, I lived my life fearfully and cautiously.
There was no sweet romance. I did not get to enjoy the feeling of loving someone and being loved
either.
What a failure! I could not help but shake my head as I smiled bitterly at the thought of this.
"What are you laughing at?" Theo was confused and asked me.
"Nothing. I just thought of something funny." He wanted to talk to me but I had no intention to.
It became quiet in the car again.
Miss Woods came out of the villa to welcome me." Madam, you're finally back. Thereâs some
chicken soup in the pot. Let me get you some."
"Miss Woods, didn't you just deliver some soup for me i n the morning? I don't want to drink more
just yet." I smiled.
"Alright. Drink it later. The young master restructured the garden and added some outdoor lounge
chairs. He even planted new rare and precious plants. Do you want to take a look at the place?"
Miss Woods looked a t me with a smile.
I knew she was worried about my depressed mood recently. She was afraid that I might get bored at
home. I held her hand and said, "Miss Woods, I'm fine. You can take a break. I'm going upstairs to
get some rest."
After entering the bedroom, I started to pack my clothes.
When Theo came into the room and saw me packing m y clothes into the luggage, an icy-cold
expression washed over his face. He frowned as he asked, "What are you doing?"
"I'm planning to stay at Cecilia's for some time." I did not look at him while I continued to fold my
clothes.
He came forward and pressed on my hand. His voice carried hints of anger, "Wanda, how long are
you going to keep this up?"
I broke free from his hand, looked at him, and spoke calmly, "I'm not making trouble. I'm just
avoiding conflicts. I think we should separate for a while to prevent what happened the other night
from happening again."
His eyes sank, and his face grew colder.
I continue to speak, "Theo, both of us need some time t o calm ourselves down. We can't just keep
fighting like this. It's not an option for us. I've learned to look a t the bright side now. If you're not in
love with me, then I shall learn how to let it go."
"What did you say?" He dashed forward all of a sudden. Then, he reached his hands out and
leaned on the edge of the bed, trapping me under his body. His eyes were red, and he sounded
annoyed. "Don't you dare try letting go."
I had no idea why he was so agitated all of a sudden. I was forced to lay under him and looked into
his reddened eyes. I spoke faintly, "Theo, do you think it's fun to fight with each other every day? It's
tiring for both of us, and it's bad for the baby. I'll take care of the baby in my womb. Iâll never
interfere with you and Cindy from now on."
"Wanda." He raised his voice, and I could sense the threat of violence. "How many times have I told
you? I have nothing to do with Cindy. You're moving out in such a hurry, is it because of Tyler?"
I was depressed. "Do you always think that I'm the one being unreasonable? Youâre right, and so is
Miss Reed. Hence itâs always my fault?"
"Is it the time to talk about whoâs right and who's wrong now?" He looked at me, slightly impatient.
I fell silent and ignored him. I got up and walked out the door, leaving the clothes behind.
He came over, grabbed me, and threw me on the bed. Then, the door slammed shut. He said with a
sulky expression. "Iâm not going to stop you from leaving. But, you can only go after you give birth to
the baby."
I was furious and sneered. "So, in the end, what you care about is the baby. I said Iâll take good care
of the baby. But since you care about the baby so much, why did you try to cause me to miscarry
over and over again?â
His facial expression changed, immediately darkening. There were traces of guilt in his bottomless
dark eyes.
I looked at the complicated expression and continued t o speak, "Staying here is traumatic for me.
Iâm afraid that if I donât leave here, the baby and I will die because of your wrath one day."