The Woman From Hell

I looked at him with a complicated gaze. In just a few days of not seeing each other, I could see aging and weariness on his face. Even his starry eyes had grown a little dull. I felt sorry for him and subconsciously raised my hand to stroke his brows.

"Have you been very tired lately?" I asked softly.

Theo held my hand, his gaze softening considerably. "I'm okay. I've gotten used to it."

I suddenly realized that I had never really cared about how tired he was. I lay in his arms and tenderly asked, "Do you think that I'm an unqualified wife, Theo?"

He stroked my hair, a little surprised by my sudden question. "Why do you say so?"

"Just asking."

'Wanda, don't ever doubt yourself. Humans take time to grow. Not just you, but it's the same for me too."

I nodded and listened to his heartbeat, feeling particularly at ease. "Why don't you live in the Schumans' place too? The project hasn't been completed yet. I'll still have to make a trip back after National Day. I know Grant Corporation has lots to handle. Even though I can't be of any help, I can at least make sure you have dinner waiting for you when you come home. I can massage your back before you sleep at night."

He pulled me away from his arms and cupped my face, asking with a smile, "So, I'm kind of indebted to you?"

tradition, we're a family once we're

I'd get

widened my eyes. "Who's making

that you're not

I'm not!"

it even if

me with a

embraced me silently for a few minutes and took me

much sleep lately and fell asleep not long after laying down. I felt extremely sorry for

were movements outside the door. I tiptoed out

out of the lounge, he said with a smile, "These are the quarterly reports. Please have Mr. Grant scan through them

Til

continued after a pause, "I have a question to

"Please ask, Mrs. Grant."