The Woman From Hell

It was not easy for Theo to manage Grant Corporation. For the sake of Theo, I got up and said, “Fine, Miss Reed. What would you like to eat? I’ll buy them for you.” Cindy listed down a bunch of dishes straight away. I frowned and refrained from saying anything. “Please stay for lunch too. I’ll be back soon,” I told Mason, who was seated on the sofa. He had helped to change the dressing for my wound earlier. I should thank him. Because of my hand injury, I did not buy any ingredients to cook. Instead, I packed dishes from a few renowned restaurants in the city. It was almost afternoon when I returned home. As I entered the gate, I heard conversations coming from the garden. Theo and Mason were talking. It took more than two hours to return home from the city. I did not expect Theo to come home. “Her hand is slightly inflamed. You should not have gotten her to take care of Cindy,” Mason said. I could not help myself from turning around and looking into the garden. Theo leaned against the fence with a cigarette in his hand. There was a cold expression on his face. “She deserves it!” he said apathetically. Mason got up and lit his cigarette. He stood beside him and spoke up after a while, “You know that she would not do such a thing. You know that she loves you too. Your grandmother is resting in peace now. Let go of her if you don’t love her. Return her freedom to her.” Theo raised his eyes after hearing his words. He looked over at Mason and asked coldly, “Since when did you care so much about her?” Mason laughed lightly and said, “Stop overthinking. I just wanted to remind you that even the deepest love can run dry one day. Don’t wait till the day she takes back her love and starts hating you.” Theo extinguished the cigarette in his hand and threw it into the pond. “I don’t need her love to me,” he said coldly. I could not continue listening anymore. Some things were best left unheard, and there was no need to hear it with my ears. I don’t need more weight added to my emotional baggage. I placed the dishes that I had bought on the dining table. After that, I turned around and left the house. I endured the pain in my hand as I drove to the company. Anyway, Theo was there to care for Cindy. I was just an extra at home while I had plenty of work matters to handle at the company. “Wanda, Director Weiss called earlier. He heard from some unknown sources that we were going to change the female lead. He was furious,” Heidi reported to me as soon as I entered the office. “It’s alright. Let me handle this matter. Give me the profiles of female models who have walked the runways in all the international fashion shows this year.” The filming of “The Biography of Empress Anna” was still in the preliminary stage. I had enough time to convince Cindy to give up on it. My top priority was to find an ambassador for a new product that Theo had assigned to us. Grant Corporation would release a new series of jewelry every year. Based on their track record, different ambassadors were representing each series of jewelry. The previous jewelry ambassadors included actresses and female singers. This year, I intended to look for a local female model with good international reviews suitable to represent Grant Corporation’s latest jewelry. Heidi was very efficient in her work and had handed me a large pile of data shortly after. I started scrutinizing the data. Before I realized it, it was already late evening. The city lights were illuminating the streets outside the window. The others had all had gone off work. Heidi was the only one remaining at her work desk. She kept looking at her watch. It seemed like she had something urgent to do. “Help me order some takeaway, and you can get off work!” I got up and told her. “Alright. Don’t stay too late, Wanda.” Heidi left in a hurry after ordering my takeaway. The takeaway arrived shortly after. There was no suitable candidate who had caught my eye. After dinner, I headed toward the small bedroom. I did not feel like going home today. Perhaps it was because of my pregnancy. I had felt exhausted and sleepy lately. In the small bedroom, I took a shower and fell asleep. In the middle of the night, someone lightly pushed open the room door. Although the person did not make much noise, I could still hear it. I would wake up easily because of my past traumatic experience. No matter how tired I was, I would immediately wake up to even the slightest noise. A dark figure walked in and stood in front of my bed, staring at me in silence. I was so afraid that I bit down on the sheets to stop myself from making any noise. After a while, the dark figure sat down by my bed and lit a cigarette. With dim light from the cigarette, I managed to take a clear look at the person. It was Theo Grant. “Why are you here?” I got up to turn on the bedside lamp, still looking at him.