The Woman From Hell

Chapter 153

Theo raised his eyebrows as his gaze fell on his right hand that was hooked onto a drip. His meaning was clear, he could not eat.

I knew he wanted me to feed him once again, but I pretended not to understand him and continued eating without looking at him. I no longer asked him anything either.

Soon, I was almost done eating. As I raised my head, I realized that he was staring at the food intently. Like a child, he would swallow his saliva from time to time. Hope and hunger burned in his eyes as he looked at m e with doe-eyes.

I knew it was all an act, but since I was well fed now and my mood had improved, I gave in. I got him a few pieces of bread and paired them with some dips and sides that he could eat. I then brought the food to his mouth.

He was excited as he eagerly opened his mouth and gobbled up the food, nodding in satisfaction as he chewed.

Just like that, the entire bread basket was gone after I repeatedly fed the food to his mouth and he opened his mouth to take a bite.

Theo grabbed a napkin and cleaned his mouth elegantly. He said as if he wanted more, "It’s not too bad to eat your leftovers."

I was stunned. It took me a while to realize what he meant. I glared at him. "How audacious of you to bring it up."

and said, "Why not? You ate it, which means you like it. It's proven that things that you

learned something new today. It seemed that he was truly bored in the hospital

so I got up and started cleaning up. I looked at him and

never liked hospitals, and I did not like the feeling

his head. "You’re going to leave me in the

someone else who's very willing to accompany you. You don't need

for you to bring it up all the time?" His tone was instantly unkind. The transformation

book.

all the time and having it dampen m y mood either, but I could not

leave because you don't want to be with me, or

was already gloomy before Theo said that, but once he mentioned the two of them, my mood turned stormy as I snapped back. "If you can have a lover, why

darkened, and he looked

Cindy, I got increasingly annoyed and ignored his rage. "Please don't use your standards to judge someone else, President Grant. I don't know what you do with Miss Reed, but as for me, I only have meals and converse with my friends. I think my behavior is more transparent than certain

rage in him and exposed his inner darkness. He reached out and yanked my hand, catapulting

was forced to