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?"

"According to my family's tradition, we're a family

hear that. Otherwise, I'd get even madder

eyes. "Who's making

that you're not bullying

I'm not!"

admit it even if I

a face

silently for a few minutes and took me into

lately and fell asleep not long after laying down. I felt extremely

movements outside the door. I tiptoed out of the

a bunch of files on the office table. When he saw me coming out of the lounge, he said with a smile, "These are

nodded. Til let him

pause, "I have a

"Please ask, Mrs. Grant."