Chapter 3 His Bad Temper

After her shower, Eliana stepped out of the bathroom and glanced at Theodore from a distance. He was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. He seemed to be asleep.

She thought, 'I can finally get a break from that sharp tongue of his.'

Letting out a sigh of relief, Eliana remembered she still had to work tomorrow, so she got ready for bed too.

But it had snowed in Covenhill today, and there was no heater in the room. Eliana had to quietly check all the cabinets, only to find that the one and only blanket was on Theodore.

Even though he had a bad temper and was really mean, she still couldn't bring herself to fight a patient over a blanket. After thinking about it, she pulled a winter coat from her suitcase and went to sleep on the couch.

A long while later, after Eliana had fallen asleep, Theodore suddenly opened his eyes in bed.

Under the dim wall lamp, the light cast shadows over Theodore's striking features. There wasn't a trace of dullness in those brooding eyes.

The next second, he sat up quietly and looked coldly at Eliana sleeping on the couch.

The girl he had just married was beautiful. Her features were delicate, and the skin visible outside the coat was flawless, carrying the youthful glow unique to a young woman her age.

Eliana didn't seem to be sleeping well. Her petite feet were curled up under the coat, like she was freezing.

Just then, a sharp pain hit Theodore, and his vision fell back into complete darkness.

He had only started seeing again yesterday. The window of clarity didn't last long, but it was enough for him to see the true colors of the people around him.

The car accident hadn't just taken away Theodore's sight—it had also cost him the control of Russell Group. Even the girlfriend he had loved for years had ended up in his enemy's arms. He had lost everything.

Theodore thought, 'And now tonight, there's just one more person here to laugh at my misery. Why would I ever treat her kindly?'

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