The Woman From Hell

Chapter 92

In a daze, I simply stopped struggling and forced myself to sleep.

The next day when I woke up, it was already sunrise and Miss Woods reheated my cold breakfast for me.

I looked around me but did not see Theo.

"Mr. Grant went to the company early this morning and told me not to wake you up. He wanted you to sleep more. You would want to sleep more when you’re pregnant. When I was pregnant, I would sleep for 15 hours a day and still thought it was not enough 99

Miss Woods started yammering about her previous pregnancy. They said that a person loved to nag when they grew older and loved talking about their younger days. Time was unforgiving. Miss Woods was slowly growing old too.

After having breakfast, I went to the company. Heidi told me that the director had confirmed that everyone would be leaving tomorrow, which meant that I would have to go on a business trip tomorrow.

"Should I come with you, Ms. Wanda?" Heidi asked, looking at me.

"It’s fine. Stay here and prepare the first draft of the

acquisition report. I'll come back and revise it." There were too many people in the director’s team and my presence was already considered redundant, let alone Heidi’s.

about with work the entire morning and when noon approached, I received a text from Mason

I needed the medicine for

that Theo was here too. However, he ignored m e and sat there without speaking. His entire being was

said to Mason, "Dr. Lynch, I’m going on a business trip for a few days. Will it be okay to bring these medicines

but he still did not say

a business trip? Is it for

Theo took a bowl of soup from the waiter and placed it in front of me. I

shoot take place?” Mason asked while placing some refreshing dishes in front

already grumpy expression grew even darker and sullen. The chilly aura exuded from his

Sea," I responded

morning and evening. It'll relieve your symptoms.” Mason darted a glance at Theo and said with a smile, "Don't worry,

my head to finish the

not able to eat my meal

happened in the afternoon. I spoke to Cecilia on WhatsApp for a moment and told her that I had already seen a doctor

nutritious food again. I felt like I had turned into a pig recently because I was eating all

back to my room and sat alone on the balcony, gazing at the moon. There was a flash of inexplicable disappointment. My heart