The Woman From Hell

Chapter 67

After the nurse left, I sat there, staring into space as a warmth rose from within my heart. It looked like he cared more about me than he showed and was not as cold as he portrayed.

Theo walked in after he was done with his phone call. I recalled what the doctor had said and snickered.

“How audacious of you to laugh! If not for you, would I have been publicly reprimanded like that?” He lifted his fingers and flicked me on my forehead.

“Ouch… It hurts,” I covered my forehead and cried out in exaggeration.

He ignored me, looking intently at the drip bottle

I’m hungry, Theo,” I tugged on his sleeves as I said in a pitiful voice.

“What do you feel like eating? I’ll buy it for you.” He proceeded to get up, ready to go out the door.

“I wanna eat your cooking. Let’s go home, please?” I actually just wanted to g o home. I really disliked staying in the hospital. Since the doctor had said that m y baby was okay, I would rather rest at home.

Theo frowned. “No, the doctors said you’d have to stay in the hospital for another night for observation. I’ll go get you whatever you want. You lie down like a good girl, and I’ll be right back.”

“My belly feels weird. I only want your cooking. More importantly, the baby wants it too.” I pointed at my belly stubbornly.

a long time desire of one’s is met, one

to me and said, Wait here for a while,” and left before I could reply

little unhappy, so I laid down on m y bed

that,

that I would

have to change wards out of the blue? I panicked a

for the change.” Theo’s voice Tang out from the doorway. “You said you wanted to eat my cooking, right? We can make some food

Well…

was just an excuse I had made to try

we just stay here for the night then?” Even though I knew Theo did not care about the money, there was still

not say a word and just carried me out

behind us pushed an empty

etched on their faces.

There were wheelchairs available, but I was being carried instead. How

We got into the elevator. My struggling had been to no avail, so I closed my eyes and pretended to

felt like a five-star hotel’s executive suite. Everything was provided in it, and the fridge was stocked with fruits and vegetables fit to satisfy

settling us into the room, the nurses left. Theo asked, “What do

less oil, please,” I said Weakly. I did not have much of an appetite since the atmosphere in the hospital felt very suffocating, I wanted to leave as

a mouthwatering bowl of ravioli was placed before