The Woman From Hell

Chapter 233

I stood up and replied in a resentful tone, "Theo Grant, i f you have any problems with me, please tell me directly and stop insinuating. You're familiar with my social circle. There are only a few people who I'm in contact with. What can I lie to you about? And what secrets could I hide from you?

"You’ve been keeping a lot of secrets!" He sneered and replied sharply, "For example, the man who hugged you in the airport!"

I was stunned. Then, I lowered my eyes and said in a tone of disbelief, "You've been following me?"

I did not run into anyone I knew at the airport yesterday, but he knew everything I did. It went without saying how he knew about that. There was a wave of anger rising in my chest. "Theo, what is this? Don't I have any freedom left?"

"You’re my wife. Why can’t I track your whereabouts? I s there anything wrong with that?" His eyes were gloomy and cold to the extent that they were terrifying.

"Of course not. You're invading my privacy. Even if we’re husband and wife, I have the right to keep my privacy. You can just ask me directly if you want to know anything. Why do you have to do this?"

I was furious, and I could not stand the stink of alcohol on him. I frowned and took a few steps back.

told me if I asked?" He reached out and grabbed me. His lower jaw tightened, and his pupils dilated. The way he looked at

you wanted to know, you could’ve just asked me directly. I would've told

arms. He stared at me with gleaming

reminded me of him following me. I did not like the feeling of being suspected and questioned. I was angry, and I started t

like what you said, President

and went on a date with another man. I went to the airport to pick him up and we had a meal together. We even checked into a hotel together.

his arms. I was wrapped by

someone follow me because you're suspicious of me? If that’s the case, my explanation is reasonable. Is there anything else you're dissatisfied with, President Grant? I've already told you what I should be telling you. Please let go of me now. I'd love t o leave. The smell of alcohol

me the truth!"

to hear, President Grant?” Getting someone to follow me meant he did not trust me. Since he had sowed a seed of doubt in his mind, then I would just

He had lost his mind. H e carried me up and put me down on the

on the bed

the bed to keep a distance away from me. Fortunately, his rationality soon took