The Woman From Hell

Chapter 232

Maybe Jerome had drunk too much. He was feeling angry and upset a moment ago, but he fell asleep the next second. He was even snoring lightly.

Cecilia and I, who were two pregnant women, could not carry a 183cm-tall guy. Hence, we left him to sleep on the sofa. We helped him take off his shoes to make him feel more comfortable. Cecilia covered him with the blanket that he covered her with just now.

She picked her phone up, glanced at it, and said, "It's almost one o'clock and you're not back home yet. Did Theo call you?”

I smiled helplessly and said, "My phone ran out of battery. He can’t find me.”

Cecilia furrowed her brows. She was slightly worried." Hurry up and get back home now. Don’t get into a fight with him again. I’ll be here to look after Jerome.”

"It’s alright. I told him that I’d be keeping you company before I went out.” I looked at Cecilia, realizing that she looked awful after not seeing her for a few days. "What happened to you these few days? Why do you look so bad?"

I remembered when I was picking her up at the airport, she had a rosy face and looked healthy.

"I don't know why either. I can’t eat or sleep well after coming back. I feel drowsy and sleepy all day. Maybe the baby likes the countryside too and doesn’t like it here." Cecilia massaged her temples and smiled bitterly.

I experienced it before as well. Get some

being pregnant for nine months and experiencing different stages of pregnancy was a long

get some sleep." Jerome was drunk. We dared not to leave as we were afraid that he might cause trouble in the middle

us pregnant women could not just sit there for the whole night. Hence, we went into the room to get some

We lay down on the bed and

not wake him

breakfast with Cecilia first before we separated and went back to

o'clock in the morning when I reached home. Miss Woods would be out grocery shopping now.

the bedroom door was closed. Once I opened the door and entered the

pulled tightly. It made the whole room be filled with

being exposed to the bright sun. My eyes were not adapted to the darkness yet. I could not see clearly, so I could

not

pulled the curtains, letting a streak of light in. Theo was sitting on the sofa. He lifted his hand

see clearly. He was wearing all black, his hair was messy, and he was lounging on the sofa. A few empty bottles were scattered around the

on the floor before putting them on the table. I squatted in front of him and