The Woman From Hell

Chapter 197

His face was dark and sullen, his gaze deep and cold. After a long time, his thin lips parted. "Do you think it's fun to torture yourself like that every time?”

I looked down, covering my hands in front of my chest as I said coldly, "It's none of your business."

"You think I like to mind your business?" He looked livid, but his eyebrows were charming and

mesmerizing. "If you’re that capable, then take care of yourself when you’re sick.”

"You think I want you to take care of me? You’re the one who's nosy yet you’re blaming me?" I felt aggrieved and started weeping again.

He looked at me, and after a very long time, he sighed and drew out a piece of tissue to wipe my tears. He said helplessly, "Alright, alright. I'm the busybody who insists on taking care of you, okay? Look at you, crying like a baby. How embarrassing!"

"Yes, it's your fault! Even if I’m embarrassing, it still has nothing to do with you." I twitched my mouth, still choking with sobs.

He burst out laughing and picked me up from the bathtub. He grabbed the bath towel and wiped the water from my body before helping me change into a

set of clean pajamas. Then, he picked me up and put m e on the bed.

He propped his hands on the edge of the bed and leaned over to look at me, his thin lips slightly pursed. He asked in a deep voice, "Why were you in the rain in the middle of the night?"

"Bad mood." I yanked the blanket and covered my head with it.

scoffed. "You did it on purpose, didn't you, Wanda? You're

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me.

pulled down the blanket and looked fixedly at him." I’m torturing

a word and merely looked at me with

yeah, you’re supposed to be i n another person's warm embrace at this moment. Miss Woods was the one who called

infuriated, eager to devour

anger and clenched his teeth. "Is it fun to say such hurtful

had gone too far in moments like this? Hence, I raised my eyebrows and looked at him. "If you're not causing trouble with another woman, what could you possibly be doing in the middle

aloud. He reached out to flick my nose. "Why do you have such

my eyes at him without saying

looked fixedly at me and smirked. There was

and at this moment, his soaked shirt was stuck to his chest. His bulging pecs

face grew hot and I

he smiled and stood up to take off

it with you." His body might be seductive, but I was not

movements, unable to come back to his senses for a very long time. There was a

as he

Me,

the long scars in front of his chest and abdomen. They were scarlet and hideous. None of them had recovered yet, making