The Woman From Hell

“You are seven weeks pregnant.”

When the obstetrician handed over the pregnancy report to me, I had zero sense of joy within me.

How did it happen so easily?

If Theo Grant knew, would he not be willing to divorce anymore?

No, he would hate me even more for trying to use a child to tie him down.

“The first three months are crucial. Watch your diet, avoid having intercourse…” The doctor’s words

brought me back to reality. I put away the report into my bag and left the hospital. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

I was in no mood to work anymore, so I decided to just go back to the villa.

The villa was huge, but it was quiet all year long. Theo left early and came back late. Even if he was at

home, he would stay in his study or his bedroom. I had no permission to enter either of these rooms.

But, Theo was at home today. He sat on the sofa in the living room. He had a cold gaze, high nose

bridge, and perfectly thin lips. Even his side view was always so handsome and perfect.

God really blessed this man. He had looks and money.

Despite noticing me coming, he continued reading his book with his head lowered, and asked coldly, “I

heard you went to the hospital?”

“I was feeling unwell.” I was used to being silent, but would still reply when talked to.

He raised his head and looked at me, eyes full of indifference, and was displeased.

“I’m alright now, it won’t affect my work.” I was sure what he was displeased about, the company had a

lot of work during this period, so it really wasn’t the time for me to fall sick.

He did not speak anymore and lowered his head to continue reading. After a long time, he finally

spoke, “You’ll be fully responsible for choosing the product ambassador this time.”

Theo was already a man of few words, and was like that to me too. Other than work, he did not banter.

“Yes.” I replied gently. I would accept whatever he assigned me, it had become a habit.

The two did not speak, and the atmosphere in the living room was so silent it was bizarre.

“Theo Grant!” Tugging at the report in my bag, after thinking for a while, I finally mustered the strength.

“Say it!” He still had his head lowered, his voice cold and bearing no trace of any warmth.

“...Have you eaten dinner?” I could not say the words ‘I’m Pregnant’ in the end. I did not want to ruin

the peaceful atmosphere.

“You, go cook!” His speech was short and concise.

“Huh? Me, cook?”

“You don’t want to?” He raised his head and glanced at me.

“That’s not it.” I quickly stood up. “Is pasta in tomato sauce okay?”

He did not speak and lowered his head again, which was probably a sign of agreement.

After half an hour of fumbling around, the pasta was ready.

“Try it, it’s not bad.” I put the pasta in front of him and passed a fork over with anticipation.

He raised his head, his gaze was cold as usual. He took over the fork and wanted to eat, but the phone

rang.

He looked down at it and quickly accepted the call, his tone soft. “Cindy, what’s wrong?”

Theo Grant’s warmth was Cindy Reed’s and hers only.

“Stay there, I’ll come over now.” Who knew what Cindy said, but Theo was patiently consoling her and

did not have that cold aura around him anymore.

He hung up, put down the fork, and stood to leave.

This was not the first time this had happened, I was numb to it.

I sat there for a long time. The pasta turned cold and clumpy. Taking up a fork, my tears flowed

uncontrollably.

I lowered my head and slowly jammed the pasta into my mouth, strand by strand.

After finishing the pasta, I headed into the bathroom, preparing to take a bath and sleep after that.

When I was about to finish my shower, a sturdy body suddenly pulled me into his embrace.