The Woman From Hell
Chapter 2115

Frank's room looked to be the largest in this house, but the furnishings inside were very simple with only a table, two chairs, and a bed.

He pulled a chair down, gave it a few swats, and had me sit down. He smiled at me. "This is my room."

There was only a small mirror and a comb on the table.

Sighing, I looked at him. "Are we sharing the same bed?"

Hearing this, Frank quickly waved his hands. "No, no, I won't be so unruly before we get married. You sleep on the bed, I'll sleep on the floor. I have another quilt in the closet."

He opened the cabinet door as he said this and took out a quilt and bed sheet from inside before spreading them on the floor.

Frank seemed honest and responsible. I went to the bed and sat down on it. I glanced at the man on the ground. He had already laid down and closed his eyes as if he had fallen asleep.

I leaned against the bed. I did not feel sleepy and was thinking about how I could escape from this place. Before I knew it, I also fell asleep.

I was sleeping soundly, but there was a loud voice next to my ear. It sounded like Frank's mother. "Look at the time. She still hasn't woken up for work. Does she think she's here for a vacation?" Immediately afterward, I heard Frank's voice persuading his mother. "Mom, she's from the city and just arrived here. She has never woken up so early before. Give her some time to get used to things." "Get used to things? It is a woman's duty to get up early in the morning to work!"

In the end, Frank did not manage to hold his mother back. I heard the sound of the door opening and the quilt was dragged off my body. Feeling the chill, I woke up.

Frank's mother looked at me, and her tone was rather foul. "You've slept enough. Go to the kitchen and make breakfast. Frank and his father are going to work in the field in a while."

I wiped my eyes, and my sight gradually cleared. I stood up leisurely and glanced back at her. "Getting angry early in the morning is not good for your health. You should be careful." Aware that I was now living under someone else's roof, I could only go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast accordingly. I could not help what I was feeling, however, and retorted. Frank's mother started cursing behind me. I knew Frank would hold her back and not let her catch up to me.

When I arrived at the kitchen, I noticed that they still used firewood, which stumped me. What should I do?

I worked under the stove for a long

time but failed to start a fire. Suddenly, the firewood in my hand was taken away. I looked up and saw that Frank had come. He looked at me with a smile. "Let me do it."

"Thank you." I thanked him subconsciously.

Frank was taken aback for a moment. He then lowered his head and concentrated on lighting the fire and in just a moment, it was lit.

Seeing that there was a fire, I went to the side and cracked a few eggs. Then, I pushed Frank aside. "Leave the rest to me. If your mother catches us, she'll have more to say."

I did not want to be surrounded by the woman's nagging all day long. I made poached eggs and two side dishes. Then, I squeezed out some fruit juice and served them on the table outside.

"Okay, let's have breakfast."

Frank sniffed the glass of juice and smiled happily. "It smells delicious."

He took a sip. "It's very sweet. What kind of fruits did you use?"

I smiled and was about to tell him when Mrs. Fulmer said, "Those from the city have all sorts of tricks. Why don't you take over lunch and dinner too? You have to send lunch to Frank and his father in the field, understand?"

"Yes."