Chapter 656

I cast my eyes down. "You're pretty blunt."

She sighed. "Bow to the forces of evil."

The mockery behind those words was too strong. I frowned and said, "If you want us to be on good

terms, at least stop making me feel uncomfortable when you talk."

She nodded. "Sure."

As we were employees of this restaurant, it would not be a good place to eat and talk. Therefore,

we went to a nearby restaurant instead.

When the dishes were served, Fiona did not intend to touch the cutleries first. She looked at me and

asked, "I f you’re Carlson's daughter, why did you come to a small place like Zenon and become a

waitress here?"

I pursed my lips. "Because of some things."

She smirked. "It's because you became Theo's mistress?"

My hand that was holding the fork and knife paused. I cast her a hostile glance.

"Honestly, your identity is a competitive one, so why are you hiding?"

I put my cutleries down and said, "It seems irrelevant t

o tell an outsider like you what is the relationship between him and me and why I came here."

She shrugged. "You don't want to tell me because you think it's embarrassing for a titled lady like

you not to be openly acknowledged."

Her words were unpleasant to hear.

I frowned. "If you want to know more about these gossips, maybe you should spend some time

watching the entertainment news channels."

I got up and planned to leave, having no appetite to eat anymore.

She followed me outside and said mockingly," Because you can't touch Cindy, whom Theo is

backing, nor can you touch Serena Zoel, the actress who participates in all sorts of events with him.

That’s why you're taking it out on me, a mere county girl? Wanda Lane, why are you hurting me just

because you're unhappy?"

She firmly believed that I was Theo's mistress, huh?

I found it extremely absurd and turned around to look blankly at her. "Let's not talk about whether

I'm Theo's mistress or not. If you think I'm the one who put you i n this current predicament, then let

me tell you something. A person who does no self-reflection and puts the blame on others even

though she is at fault will never be happy."

At this point, there was nothing left for us to talk about. I turned around and left after saying those

words.

When I got home, Munchkin had been brought home from school by Theo. He was holding a

watermelon in his arms and sitting on the sofa, scooping out the watermelon with a spoon while

watching television.

When he saw me, he put the watermelon on the coffee table and jumped off the sofa. "You're finally

back, Mommy!”

Having said that, he threw himself into my arms.

"Did you behave yourself in kindergarten today?" I asked, stroking his little head.

"Of course, I did. The teacher even complimented me." His voice was tender. "Mr. Theo made some

barbecue. We’re waiting for you to start.”

Seeing that Theo was not in the kitchen, I asked," Where is he?”

Munchkin looked at the yard. "He said that some of your clothes shouldn't be washed in the

washing machine, so he went to the yard to wash them by hand."

I was stunned. He went to the yard? What clothes should not be washed with the washing

machine?

I saw the man squatting by the laundry tub scrubbing the clothes. He had already changed out of

his usual dark black suit and was wearing the warm-colored pajamas I bought for him in the city the

other day.

He was used to wearing high-quality and exquisitely tailored clothes, so I thought he would not wear

it. I did not expect him to actually wear them.

My gaze moved down to the clothes in his hands and I immediately blushed.