The Woman From Hell
Chapter 211

Chapter 211

"No. Hurry up and get changed. I'll wait for you outside." After saying that, he started putting on hisshoes. His tone was unquestionably domineering.

I had no choice. I reluctantly went upstairs to put on a long-sleeved shirt and a pair of sports shoes.

Initially, I thought we were only going to stroll around the yard. I did not think that he would drag meout of the main entrance, walk toward the main road, and up the hill.

Although the hill at the villa was not high, it was still somewhat steep. As a pregnant woman, it wasa little challenging.

Both of us did not have much to say. We were silent throughout the walk. However, he had greatpatience a s he adapted to my pace and very slowly walked by m y side while holding me.

This lasted until I felt my waist getting sore. I stopped and said, "Let's head back!"

"No way. It's not even 20 minutes yet. Let’s head back after 30 minutes," he said with a stern andirrefutable tone.

I pouted and could only pant my way through. The trees and plants along both sides of the pathwere

extremely clean after the rain. The scene was full of greenery and even the air smelled fresh. Icould detect traces of fragrant soil as well. It sure was a pleasant experience.

He did not say anything, so I found a topic. "Theo, have you ever thought of a name for our child?”

After all, the baby would be born in a few months. Even though he had prepared many babyproducts, he had yet to mention the baby's name.

He turned his head to look at me and spoke after quite a while, “Wendy Grant.”

I was taken aback. My mother gave me the name ' Wanda' after a famous poem. She said becausemy life was difficult and I was abandoned when I was little, she gave me the name in hopes that Icould marry a good man and have a lifetime of happiness. She hoped I would never be lonelyagain.

"It sounds similar to yours. I hope the baby will grow u p to be like you.” He stopped and smiled ashe reached out to tuck my messy hair, which was caused by the wind, behind my ear.

"I sure hope she doesn't turn out like me. I hope she'll b e lively and cheerful like a ray of sunshine."It was because I was burdened by too many things that I had psychological problems.

I looked up to face him. "Speaking of which, that's a girl's name. What if it's a boy?”

I honestly hoped it was a boy. It was too hard being a woman, and these hardships were notmaterialistic ones but those that we needed to experience as part of the growing-up process, whichincluded dating, getting married, and giving birth. Women suffered more than men with these,especially during pregnancy. I considered myself to have a deep understanding of this.

I had gone through all these, so I hoped my child would not have to.

"We'll talk about it when the kid is born." He frowned, looking displeased.

"Theo, you have a prejudice against boys.” When he spoke of a baby girl, his face would appeargentle and kind. However, when we brought up the topic of the baby being a boy, his face wouldturn sour. Even the decorations in the baby’s room were feminine.

"I can't help it. I was born like this." He put his arms around me, and his lips were raised.

I could not help but sigh in my heart. He was someone who would surely spoil his daughter to bits.Whoever was born as his daughter would be the luckiest person alive.

The walk seemed to go by faster as we talked. Before I knew it, we had already reached halfway upthe hill.

The sky was getting dark, so Theo dragged me down the hill.

I immediately squatted on the ground. "No. I can't move anymore. Let's rest for a while!"

He reached out his hand to pull me up and said grudgingly, "It hasn’t even been half an hour. Lookslike you need to work out more.”

I refused to get up. "You’re not pregnant. You can't experience the exhaustion I'm experiencing now.Although it's only been a short while, my waist is in so much pain that I can’t even stand straight.You still want me to work out more? Do you want me to die?”

He squatted down and consoled me. He was rarely in such a good mood. "Alright, alright. I'm sorry.I'm not pregnant, so I can't experience your exhaustion. But w e can't stay here forever, right?"

I hummed and said nothing. I was not being pretentious. It was because I did not pay attention tohow long we had been walking for while we were talking. My waist was honestly hurting badly.

He turned around and patted his back. "Come on, climb over."

I was dumbfounded. Was he going to carry me?

I immediately shook my head. "That won't do. You haven't fully recovered from your injuries."Besides, I was too heavy to be carried. He should not use too much of his strength when his injurieshad yet to fully recover.

"They're all just superficial wounds. They're all healed now. Come on up.” He did not care at all andeven deliberately raised his arms to show that he had recovered.

“No, it'll crush the child." I still disagreed.

He touched his forehead. "How about bridal-style, then?"