The Woman From Hell

Chapter 197

His face was dark and sullen, his gaze deep and cold. After a long time, his thin lips parted. "Do you think it's fun to torture yourself like that every time?”

I looked down, covering my hands in front of my chest as I said coldly, "It's none of your business."

"You think I like to mind your business?" He looked livid, but his eyebrows were charming and

mesmerizing. "If you’re that capable, then take care of yourself when you’re sick.”

"You think I want you to take care of me? You’re the one who's nosy yet you’re blaming me?" I felt aggrieved and started weeping again. This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

He looked at me, and after a very long time, he sighed and drew out a piece of tissue to wipe my tears. He said helplessly, "Alright, alright. I'm the busybody who insists on taking care of you, okay? Look at you, crying like a baby. How embarrassing!"

"Yes, it's your fault! Even if I’m embarrassing, it still has nothing to do with you." I twitched my mouth, still choking with sobs.

He burst out laughing and picked me up from the bathtub. He grabbed the bath towel and wiped the water from my body before helping me change into a

set of clean pajamas. Then, he picked me up and put m e on the bed.

He propped his hands on the edge of the bed and leaned over to look at me, his thin lips slightly pursed. He asked in a deep voice, "Why were you in the rain in the middle of the night?"

"Bad mood." I yanked the blanket and covered my head with it.

"You tortured yourself just because you were in a bad mood?" He scoffed. "You did it on purpose, didn't you, Wanda? You're trying to use this to punish and torture

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me.

I pulled down the blanket and looked fixedly at him." I’m torturing you?"

He did not say a word and merely looked at me with a deep and profound gaze.

I burst out laughing. "Well yeah, you’re supposed to be i n another person's warm embrace at this moment. Miss Woods was the one who called you to come back, didn’t she? I'm sorry for making you run back and spoiling your moment."

"Wanda Lane..." He was infuriated, eager to devour me alive.

After a very long time, he suppressed his anger and clenched his teeth. "Is it fun to say such hurtful words on purpose?"

I did not choose my words wisely because I was hurting inside. How could I possibly admit that I had gone too far in moments like this? Hence, I raised my eyebrows and looked at him. "If you're not causing trouble with another woman, what could you possibly be doing in the middle of the night after not coming home? Innocent things like sitting side-by-side and having a heart-to-heart talk?"

"You-" He was so angry that he laughed aloud. He reached out to flick my nose. "Why do you have such inappropriate thoughts when you're already about to become a mother?"

I pursed my lips and rolled my eyes at him without saying a word.

He looked fixedly at me and smirked. There was a deeper meaning to his smirk.

His clothes were also soaked by the rain, and at this moment, his soaked shirt was stuck to his chest. His bulging pecs and abs were clearly outlined. It was such eye candy.

My face grew hot and I looked away.

As though he noticed my awkward demeanor, he smiled and stood up to take off his shirt.

Stunned, I said with a frown, "I don't want to do it with you." His body might be seductive, but I was not a nymphomaniac who did not know how to judge the occasion.

He froze in his movements, unable to come back to his senses for a very long time. There was a smirk on his

lips as he teased, "Don't worry."

Me,

Once he had taken off his shirt, I finally saw the long scars in front of his chest and abdomen. They were scarlet and hideous. None of them had recovered yet, making them ghastly to look at.

It seemed that he was indeed hurt quite badly at the time. It was no wonder he spent such a long time in the ICU.

He tossed his clothes aside and saw me staring at his injuries. He said blandly, "It was a very urgent situation at the moment and any man would have done the same if they were in my position."

I did not say a word and merely closed my eyes to sleep.

I was in no position to comment.

As it turned out, I was punished for my own foolishness because I had a fever in the middle of the night. While in a daze, my body grew sore and hot. My throat was so parched that I could not

speak.

I fumbled for the lights and struggled to sit up.

However, as I had no strength left in me, I tossed and turned for a very long time yet still failed to sit up. I nearly fell off the bed too.

Thankfully, Theo reacted quick enough and woke up from his sleep to grab me, pulling me back into his arms.

Soon, my body temperature shocked him awake. He reached out to feel my forehead and frowned. "You have a fever. Let's go to the hospital."

Having said that, he got up to wear his clothes, looking a little flustered.