The Woman From Hell
Chapter 656

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 goodterms, 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 andasked, "I f you’re Carlson's daughter, why did you come to a small place like Zenon and become awaitress 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 likeyou 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 timewatching 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 isbacking, 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 justbecause 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 whetherI'm Theo's mistress or not. If you think I'm the one who put you i n this current predicament, then letme tell you something. A person who does no self-reflection and puts the blame on others eventhough 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 awatermelon in his arms and sitting on the sofa, scooping out the watermelon with a spoon whilewatching television.

When he saw me, he put the watermelon on the coffee table and jumped off the sofa. "You're finallyback, 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 somebarbecue. 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 thewashing 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 washingmachine?

I saw the man squatting by the laundry tub scrubbing the clothes. He had already changed out ofhis usual dark black suit and was wearing the warm-colored pajamas I bought for him in the city theother day.

He was used to wearing high-quality and exquisitely tailored clothes, so I thought he would not wearit. I did not expect him to actually wear them.

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