The Woman From Hell

"I thought that despite your rigid ways, you'd at least be a gentleman, but I overestimated you. You're an absolute failure!"

Theo froze. "I didn't leave you behind. Zedd once told me that I should buy a woman dessert when she's in a bad mood and that would cheer her up." "I went to buy you desserts." Theo held up the dessert box in his hand. "Your favorite.

From Guthrie Road."

My mouth twitched, and I was unsure if I should laugh or cry.

I took a deep breath and shouted with a flushed complexion, "I don't want to eat it nor see you right now. Get out of here right now.

However, how could Theo listen to me and leave? He said with a helpless expression," It's not safe for you to be out here all alone. Come home with me."

I grabbed another pillow and tossed it at him, shaking with anger. "Is this the first day you know me, Theo Grant? I'm not a child anymore. Stop coaxing me with such childish tactics. Do you know why I'm mad? I had already apologized to you, yet you continued to pull a long face and kept saying that I still did not realize what I did wrong. I couldn't think of it and asked you but you wouldn't tell me.

"Are you going through menopause or what? Why are you fighting with me for no reason? What do you mean you went to buy dessert? I think you intentionally abandoned me and got mad because you saw that I didn't go home after that. That's why you bought desserts and came looking for me, using this excuse to coax me."

frowned, his countenance

would leave like always when he could not win against me in an argument, but he did not leave this time. Instead, he walked up to me and placed the dessert box in his hand on the bedside table. He said, "You clearly knew how dangerous it was to infuriate Dazaray, but you did it anyway. You didn't put your safety first, and that's what infuriated me the most. I wasn't planning to

cool off just yet. I refused to entertain him and lay on the bed, pulling

was still no way for them to feel instantly better. If I could not control myself from making mean remarks, then a fight would inevitably break out again. I needed him to leave so I could cool

not know these things. Not only did he not leave, but he also

down beside me and said,

took a deep breath, and there was a stifling feeling in my chest. I lifted

he definitely did not expect me to use so much strength, so he rolled off the bed

a thud, followed by his muffled grunt. When I reacted, his head

then quickly got out of

covered his head with a pained

asked worriedly, "Are you

hoarse voice entered my