The Woman From Hell

Chapter 283

"I’m tired, can you pick it up for me?" He hugged me even tighter. Having found a comfortable position, he continued to sleep.

I struggled to take the phone out of his pocket and glanced at the caller ID without answering it. I said softly, "It's a call from Miss Reed."

His body froze a little, then he opened his eyes and let go of me. As he stood up, he said, "I need to take this."

I looked at his back and felt a little suffocated. He used to always answer his calls on speakerphone.

After some time, he returned and said to me without a single expression on his face, "I need to go out for a moment."

He then went out of the door.

This same scene had played out many times over the last five years and it was happening again. When I looked at his resolute back, I felt a little sad, but strangely, I was not as upset as I thought I would be.

Perhaps it was because the windows in the room were not open, the room felt a little stifling and I wanted to g o out to get some fresh air. However, as soon as I walked to the door, I thought of the scene that day.

When I thought of the dog, I broke out in goosebumps

fact I was scared of dogs would never

out the door, I turned around and went back to the

bedroom was growing more stifling. I paced around the room and felt extremely uncomfortable.

me. "Mrs. Grant, Mr. Grant instructed

hands. "No, you can go ahead with your other duties. I'll just

not to be left alone even in the garden." Ms. Zuri

doctor walked i n and suggested when

nodded gently. It would be better for someone to tag along. Although they

only then did Ms. Zuri

out the main door. Neither of us said

City. I couldn't get used to the environment and pace here. M y everyday life wasn't so comfortable,"

froze a little. "You're not

and stayed here after I

of closeness to her and began talking. "Although this is a modern city, I still prefer

good place. I like the environment there because you can drink tea and coffee at the same time. Most importantly, you can hear gossip about the rich and powerful

was just thinking of how hard it was to kill

restaurant perfect for afternoon tea. Its interior was elegant and stylish. The ambiance seemed pretty good,

help but exclaim. I did not