The Woman From Hell

I thought the matter would come to an end here and I would get some breathing space, but I soon learned from Caroline that Delia had moved into the villa.

Caroline had been the housekeeper for many years. She treated me like family, and our relationship ran deep.

She had gotten mad and sad for me on more than one occasion when something like this happened.

Caroline told me that although Delia had been living at the villa, she had not been able to get close to the bedroom so far.

Theo did not allow it, and she herself did not dare to cross the line so rashly.

She also told me that Delia's trespassing of the house had spread throughout Grant Corporation and that anyone who visited here as a guest had no good feelings toward her. This news calmed my anger somewhat. After comforting Caroline a little, I sent her off personally.

People had abhorred mistresses since ancient times. When it happened to oneself, it would be difficult to maintain one's rationality when viewing the mistress' behavior.

I thought Delia was really ridiculous. Instead of being a glamorous, big-time star, she insisted on compromising herself, risking everything to get involved with Theo.

Just when I was about to do something to distract myself, Theo came, accompanied by Caroline who had just left.

Seeing his tall figure in front of me, I still could not help my heart from beating wildly.

I wanted to scold myself but knew that the fault was not with me. Why did I need to scold myself to wake myself up?

especially when it was

I don't want to see

his eyes. He reached his hand out to grab me.

not wanting to have

coming to me. I

times. "No, I don't blame her. I just want her to help me convince you to come back to

say this to you earlier. Come back with us. I don't feel

is a stranger in my home. I

she's staying

and doesn't leave it so easily. She definitely won't disturb you

I don't want to see you again." Theo's expression was

saw everything but

lot of respect for Caroline and did not want to trouble her during this

heavy expression. "Madam, why don't you come back? Think of

sentence was a wake-up call that rang at

myself to relent. "Alright, I'll

appearance made me feel a little sour. How did we even get

I don't want to

his expression. He looked at me for a moment before saying heavily, "I'll sleep in the

measly luggage and returned