The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 1710

"Yeah, I know."

I had always understood his concern for me.

Nonetheless, I had hurt him in the past.

Hence, I wanted to make it up to him.

I took the initiative to hug Theo and smiled. "I'll listen to you. I won't go out until this matter settles down."

"Good.”

As he rubbed my head, the man’s voice was filled with pampering. Yet all of a sudden, he raised a sinister smile. "However, you made a mistake today. Shouldn't you...

Hmm?"

Theo’s high-spirited expression made me understand his thoughts quickly. I turned my head and shook it. "Not a chance."

Then, I jumped out of his arms and ran into the room.

He merely smiled, and when he walked into the room, I was sitting on the edge of the bed. Theo leaned over and propped himself on the bed with both hands." You're even waiting for me on the bed? That shows an improvement.

Damn.

How could such cringey words sound somewhat compelling coming from his mouth?

He played around with my hair, left a kiss on my forehead, then looked at me with a smile.

Although we were already husband and wife, my face still turned red involuntarily like a bride on her first wedding night.

I put my hand on my stomach. "I'm worried about the baby..."

"It'll be alright I'll take it easy."

Theo’s hands covered the back of mine as he enclosed my slightly dry lips.

His tenderness and affection made me become more engrossed in it. I fell even deeper.

It was another night filled with emotions.

The next day when I woke up, it was already noon.

"You're being too polite, Mr. Simmons. Let's get started, shall we?”

"Sure."

In recent days, there had been countless turmoil about me on the internet, but I completely ignored it and completed a lot of paintings under Hayes' guidance.

As for Hayes, I refused to believe that he paid zero attention to entertainment gossip, but he never mentioned it or even showed curiosity, which made me feel extreme relief.

“You’re indeed talented in painting, Madam. I don't even need to teach you much." Hayes did not hesitate to praise me.

Everyone liked to be complimented, and I was no exception. "Really? I think I just have a great teacher."

I continued to paint the unfinished painting, and Hayes stood behind me. "You should paint this area like this."

He took my paintbrush and flicked it around seemingly casually. Yet with a few strokes, it added a lot of color to the whole painting.

I exclaimed, "Mr. Simmons, you truly are a professional.”

As I lived my dull life, I did not realize at this moment that a crisis was gradually approaching...