The Woman From Hell

Chapter 144

"Well, not every woman is so picky. They do have their own considerations as well. As a woman, the focus isn’t on the food trucks by the roadside but the intention of the person who brought them there.” I said faintly.

"What do you mean?” Xander lifted his eyes and looked at me.

"For example, you brought me here today to share this good find with me. We’re friends, and I'm grateful.

However, if you were someone I had just met or am unfamiliar with, I’d have two thoughts about this. It’s either you're trying to test me, or you don't respect me. It's entirely different.

"Since we’re friends, I appreciate your gesture, since it's not easy to find someone who would share nice things with you. But if we were mere acquaintances, d o you think I'd still open myself up to you as a woman?”

"Did Theo Grant ever test you before? Are you a materialistic woman in his heart?" Xander asked abruptly, his quiet gaze boring into me.

I paused. Would he think so?

He would, I guess. I remember him mentioning that as

long as I agreed to the divorce, he would give me whatever I wanted. I reckoned that in his heart, I married him solely for the money.

rang while I was

my bowl

furious voice rang from the other side of

out of the operating room and his operation

can I help you?" My tone was formal

so he headed inside

are you doing?” His tone dropped a few degrees and was laced with

friend," I replied to him blatantly. I had nothing

through gritted teeth. "Well done. Your husband has just come out from an operation and is now in the hospital, yet you're outside

needed to and handled all the procedures. Plus, judging by the way you're speaking, President Grant, it seems like you're on

the hospital, now.” His voice was icily demanding. He would not allow

before, I would have gone there immediately, but I felt rebellious today. "I'm afraid I'd have to disappoint

you with right

away from my ears

accident. I'm not dead yet. Are you in such a rush to find yourself the next man? We're still married, and you're still obliged t o take care of me." I could tell that

to take care of a husband who got himself into an accident when he was with his

willing to take care of you? If I were to appear, she would be very unhappy. I'm being considerate toward you. You're unwell, you don't have the energy to wheedle her. I shall not add t o your misery. Get well soon. I'm sure Miss Reed