The Woman From Hell

Chapter 269

I was still thinking about Quinn and did not have much of an appetite, so I said, "I'm not hungry, just a little tired. Let’s go home!"

Theo stared at me for a while without saying anything before he started the car up again and drove us home.

Throughout the journey, scenes from just now flashed through my mind like a movie. Marcus' flagrant love, Quinn's elegance, Nancy's indignance, Matthew's anger...

Especially Quinn. As a girl, she had been brought up i n one of the best environments a child could have. Her pride in her family and herself should not have led her to become the mistress Nancy claimed she had been.

Why had she chosen to be with Marcus, a man several decades older than her, and why did she not seem to care about being branded with such an ugly name and being forced to cut ties with her family?

Could it be because of love?

If it was already a love so legendary that it even transcended the boundary of age, how deeply in love would she have to be before she could also ignore judgment from the rest of the world and willingly bear

all this aggravation?

When I thought of that, I could not help but turn to Theo and ask, "Quinn must be very in love with Marcus, right?”

Theo looked at me, the corner of his lips curling upwards into a smile as he asked disdainfully, "How d o you define and measure love?"

Define and measure?

was stunned. That's right! I had never thought about what love

towards me were love or responsibility. Perhaps they had always been intertwined, and there was

dragged me out of

City was not like Salt City. The journey seemed short in distance, but as we drove and stopped many times throughout the journey, it was already

so I crawled into bed to

improved greatly recently, and it was

left the room. I got up

morning, Madam. Sir has gone to the office to

you,” I said stiffly. I was still not used to interacting

main reason

the second day.

brought a grand breakfast spread over to m e. It was a combination of a traditional- and modernstyle breakfast, which meant that not only did consist of bread

of oatmeal. Then, I remembered I was carrying a baby inside me, so I forced myself to have

to take a walk in the garden when

It was Quinn.

on today, and it made her look majestic, demure, and elegant. She had a commanding aura about her

was thinking to myself that youngsters