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?

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

had never been able t o tell if Theo's feelings towards me were love or responsibility. Perhaps they had

past a ramen shop, he dragged

as we drove and stopped many times throughout the

from an entire day of activities, so I crawled

sleep had improved greatly recently, and it was

the room. I got up to

as she said, "Good morning, Madam. Sir has gone to the office to take care of some matters, and he has instructed me to

you,” I said stiffly.

the dining table and glanced around at my surroundings irritably. Theo had said his main reason for coming here

the second day.

e. It was a combination of a traditional- and modernstyle breakfast, which meant

stared at the side dishes as I ate half a bowl of oatmeal. Then, I remembered I was carrying a baby inside me, so

ready to take a walk in the garden when a guest suddenly arrived at

It was Quinn.

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

smiled and said, "You woke up so early? I was thinking to myself that youngsters today