The Woman From Hell
Chapter 833

Chapter 833

I took the box back to the study again and started studying it.

Looking at the workmanship and structure, it looked like something from earlier years.

If the key was with Theo, where could he have put it?

I put down the box and started searching the study.

I could not replace it after searching everywhere. I was a bit discouraged and sat down in the officechair.

I looked up and saw a contract sitting on the desk. I then reached out and took it.

This was a contract to acquire Zimmer Corporations. There was nothing unusual about it.

I was in no position to meddle in this matter, hence I could only let the two of them fight betweenthemselves. It was quite annoying, to be honest.

I sighed and put the contract back in its place.

I got up and walked to the bookcase. I was about to replace a good book to read.

While I was flipping through the books, something fell on the floor. I cast my eyes down to take alook. I froze completely.

It was a photo of a baby.

There was a bruise on his forehead. It was left there when he struggled to come out and meet me.

The newborn’s eyes were not opened yet. He shared the same facial features as Theo, so eventhough he had wrinkly skin, it was clear that he had delicate features.

Why did Theo have a photo of the baby?

I had once seen this photo. Now that I was seeing it again, the pain I felt was no less than half ofwhat I felt back then.

I bent down to pick up the photo. I suppressed the pain in my heart and put it back in its place.

Theo would never have a photo of this unless Matthew was the one who gave it to him.

Matthew had used too many means that had angered Theo.

I shut the bookcase and turned around to leave the study.

When I got back to my room, I lay down on the bed and wrapped myself up tightly. I felt souncomfortable that it felt like I was about to die.

If someone asked me why I must choose Theo, I would not know how to answer the question either.

All I knew was that I could not be with anyone else but him.

Even though we shared many painful memories, I still could not let go of him.

Without knowing, I fell asleep in a daze.

When I woke up, it was already dark outside.

When I heard someone knocking at the door, I said with a husky voice, "Come in.”

The door of the room opened up and Caroline walked i n, asking, "Do you want to have your dinnernow, Ma'am?"

I did not have an appetite, so I shook my head subconsciously. However, after recalling that Theowanted to have dinner together tonight, I said, "I'll eat after Mr. Grant comes back."

Caroline sighed. "Mr. Grant is already home. He's been sitting in the living room for a very long time,

smoking constantly. He looks like he's in a bad mood. Do you want to go downstairs and take alook?"

He was home?

I was slightly confused. "When did he come back?"

Caroline replied, "Around five o’clock or so."

He came home so early to fulfill his promise to me this morning. He did not come upstairs to wakeme up because he was still holding a grudge.

I let out a smile that looked a little bitter.

"I'm not hungry, so I'm not eating," I said mildly.

If he was going to be in an even worse mood after seeing me then we might as well not meet.

After Caroline left, I lay back down on the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Should I continue sleeping? It might not be that easy t o fall asleep now.

What else could I do if I did not sleep?

I laughed bitterly and closed my eyes.

Unsure how long it had been, I heard the door opening. It was followed by the man's heavyfootsteps.

I did not open my eyes, and it looked like I was asleep.

There were sounds of running water in the bathroom. He had gone to take a shower.

After coming out of the shower, he walked to the side o f the bed and looked quietly at me. He didnot plan to get in bed.

I thought he was going to sleep in the guest room today, but he walked to the other side of the bedand lay down.

I heard faint breathing and wondered in a self-deprecating manner if this was the so-called martialdissension?

I could not sleep, yet I dared not move.

When his breathing turned steady and I thought he had fallen asleep, I turned over.

Our eyes met, and I was a little stunned.

He sighed gently and took me into his arms. "Caroline said you threw up in the morning and didn'teat much at noon."

My body was a little stiff. "I wasn't very hungry."

Theo lowered his voice, sounding a little restrained," You're my wife, Wanda. It’s hard not to feel sadand angry when I saw him kiss you. Please don't blame m e, okay?"

I merely nodded but did not say anything.

He buried his head in the crook of my neck as his hand rubbed my back softly. My body graduallyrelaxed and I finally asked the question that had been bothering me for a long time, "What did hesay to you a t Cassey's wedding banquet?"

Hearing the pause in his breathing, I continued, "I hope you’ll tell me no matter what he told you."

"Can you stop asking?" He kissed my neck. "It’s all in the past now."

He did not want to tell me, and I stopped asking.

When I woke up the next morning, I opened my eyes and immediately saw a big bouquet of rosessitting on the bedside table.

Theo must have prepared it. Looking at the delicately bloomed flowers, I suddenly felt happy.

There was a card in the bouquet, and I took it out.

"Remember to eat. I'll come back early tonight."

The heart would return no matter how far it had gone.

I smiled, my mood greatly improved.

After washing up and going downstairs, Caroline had already prepared breakfast.

I did not have an appetite, but if I did not eat or if I ate less, then Caroline would definitely tell Theoabout it. hence, I could only force myself to eat a little.

Fortunately, I did not throw up this time.

It seemed like this did have something to do with my mood. At the thought of my illness, my gazedimmed a little.

After eating, I planned to visit Quinn.

Caroline noticed that I was going out and anxiously asked, "Where are you going, Ma’am?”

Theo must have ordered her something, so I replied with a smile, "I'm going to see Quinn. Tell Mr.Grant not to worry about me."

I had no way of concluding if I liked or disliked Quinn. She was Theo’s cousin, one of the fewrelatives who was genuinely nice to him.

I did not want them to grow apart because of me.

Quinn had been living in a downtown apartment for many years. After leaving Zimmer Corporations,she opened a coffee shop near her apartment.

She had a pretty good eye for aesthetics, hence the shop was decorated especially well.

She was surprised to see me in the shop, and there was a look of disdain written all over her face."What are you doing here?"

We both knew that we disliked each other, hence I made no effort to ingratiate and fawn over her.My tone was mild when I spoke, "I heard that you’re not well recently, so I'm here to visit."

She snorted and continued to arrange her flowers." You must be up to no good."

Perhaps she had been sitting for too long that her waist started hurting. She got up and walked withher waist bent to the back of the cash register counter.

The floor was a little dirty. I took out a box of medicine from my bag and put it on the cash register. Ithen saw a broom placed on the side and went over to pick i t up to sweep the floor.