The Woman From Hell
Chapter 168

Chapter 168

"Nothing, I just burnt myself." I had not expected the pot to be so hot. I quickly faked an air of calmalthough searing pain was now traveling through my index finger.

He picked up my hand and took a look at it. A furious expression took over his face as he asked,"You call this nothing?"

It was only then that I saw there was a white scald wound on my index finger, accompanied by thevague smell of burnt flesh.

The expression on his face was stony as he dragged m e into the living room, found the first-aid kit,and took out the burn ointment to apply onto my finger. He blew air on my finger as he applied it.His actions were gentle, but there was an ugly expression on his face. He did not say a wordthroughout the entire process.

"Um, I didn’t do it on purpose. I accidentally..." I began babbling nervously when I noticed he wasangry.

He looked up at me, a furious expression on his handsome face and a cold look in his eyes. "Didanyone ask you to touch it? Didn't you know I had just boiled that soup? Don't you know how muchit hurts t o be burnt on a hot summer's day?"

I chuckled dryly and waved the hand with ointment o n it. "It doesn't hurt anymore now thatmedicine's been applied to it."

"Hmph!” He glared at me before getting up. "Stay here, and don't move."

I hurriedly nodded.

He returned to the kitchen. Soon after, three dishes and a pot of soup were served on the diningtable.

I reached out to grab myself some food but sheepishly retracted my hands and sat still when heglared at me.

He fixed up a plate of food and walked over to me so h e could spoon the food into my mouth.

"I can feed myself," I said cautiously. It was just a slight burn on my left hand. There was no needfor me to be fed.

"Open your mouth!" The tone of his voice was still chilly. It seemed like he was still angry.

Left with no choice, I opened my mouth. He patiently spooned mouthful after mouthful of food intomy mouth, forcing me to eat an entire plate of food and drink up an entire bowl of soup before hewas satisfied.

After we finished the meal, he ignored my protests and carried me over to the couch in the livingroom, where he fed me pieces of cut-up fruit with a toothpick.

I clapped a hand to my forehead. I had learned a long time ago that Theo was very good at takingcare of people. If he cared about you, he would take such good care of you that you would neverhave to lift a finger for yourself again.

"Theo, you’re going to spoil me if you continue like this," I could not help but say quietly. To behonest, I was terrified. Terrified that I would start to crave his kindness, terrified I would eventuallyend up losing m y sense of self because I could no longer extricate myself from such feelings.

"I don’t mind. I can take care of you if you get spoiled, anyway," he replied matter-of-factly.

As I gazed at his impeccably handsome face and watched him remove the pith from the oranges form e, I could not help but smile.

"What are you smiling at?" he asked, turning to look at me. The cold look in his eyes was gone, nowreplaced b y a gentle expression.

"Nothing. Just happened to realize you look quite handsome when you're concentrating," I said as Ismiled.

"So, you mean to say I'm not handsome at the other times? It looks like I’ll have to give you alesson in appreciating aesthetics. I'm so good-looking, but you never notice it."

"No need. You're so handsome, no one can tear their eyes away from you," I said hurriedly.

He gazed at me. "Am I just handsome?” "You’re handsome and talented!"

"And?"

"Handsome, talented, and rich."

"Continue!"

"You are unparalleled and unmatched..."

Men could be quite cute when they began acting childishly. When I had finally used up all theadjectives I could think of, he finally stopped grilling me and pulled me into his arms, a satisfied lookon his face.

I clapped a hand to my forehead. I had no words left for him.

"That's right. By the way, I have to attend a gathering tonight. Will you be alright staying homealone?" he asked as he looked at me.

Stunned by the sudden change of atmosphere, I remained silent for a while before nodding. "Ofcourse. Do you really think I'm a three-year-old child?"

"Yes, you can only be three years old and no older than that.” He reached out to poke my nose, aloving look in his eyes.

Too lazy to continue arguing with him, I played with the buttons on his shirt and asked nonchalantly,"What gathering are you attending?"

He lowered his gaze and looked at me. He said, "Cindy and Grayson are returning to Whaldorf City.They've invited a few friends for dinner as a send-off party.”

I immediately halted my actions and did not say anything.

He reached out to pinch my nose gently as he said softly, "Don't think too much about it. Not onlywill Grayson and Petra be there, but Mason and Zedd will b e attending too. You don’t likeoccasions like these, I know. I'll return home as quickly as possible."

That was true. I did not like meeting Petra and the others. Sitting back up, I straightened the collarof his shirt and said, "Don't drink too much, and remember t o come home quickly. I'll be waiting foryou."