The Woman From Hell

It rang twice before he answered. "Did you just wake u p? It’s already noon." His voice was low and deep.

I was speechless. It was almost 12, so how could I be asleep at this hour? I said to him, "I'm not that lazy. I woke up a long time ago."

"You're obviously a little lazy pig who only knows how to sleep all day." He chuckled. "Did you have breakfast?"

"Yeah, I did. I'm downstairs now. I brought you lunch and some fruits. Could you come down and help me bring them up?"

"You came to the office?"

"Yeah. Cecilia sent over a lot of fruits. They’ll go bad if not eaten, so I brought them here to the office to share with everyone."

He said, "Stay there and don't move. Wait for me."

He hung up as soon as he finished talking. It seemed like he might be busy now. I sat quietly in the car waiting for him.

After just a moment, Keith ran to the front of my car while panting. He said with heavy breaths, "Madam, President Grant is still in a meeting. He didn’t want to let you wait for too long, so he sent me to bring you u

p"

After leaving the company, Keith had changed his way of addressing me and now called me 'Madam'. I nodded and got out of the car to open the trunk. Keith was a little stunned when he saw

the few containers o f fruits.

"My friend from the old house brought them over, they're really fresh. Share them with everyone later." I then carried the lunchbox and a container of fruits before entering the office.

It had been a while since I stepped foot in the office, but I did not feel a sense of unfamiliarity there. I met a few close acquaintances on the way up and everyone greeted me as usual.

I went to my previous department and said hello to everyone there as Keith gave out some fruits.

Before I left, I bumped into Nadia. She was wearing a fiery red dress today and it caught my eye even from a distance. She looked sexy and mature.

She was slightly taken aback when she saw me and immediately smiled faintly, saying, "Hello, Miss Lane! Are you here to see President Grant?"

I nodded and raised the lunchbox in my hand. "I'm here to send him lunch."

She glanced down at it expressionlessly and quickly said that she had to deliver some documents. Then, she left in a hurry.

"Aren't you worried that your husband has a secretary like that?" The head of the administrative department said with a teasing look.

The head of the administrative department was a warm-hearted person whom I thought of like a big sister. I often dealt with her, so we got close when I was still working in the office.

Looking at Nadia’s back, I said, "What's there to worry about? She's merely a fresh graduate and her job prospects are great. Everything from her family background to her looks is good. She wouldn't ruin herself for a married man, right?"

"You're wrong. It's these kinds of women who are the scariest. She's young and beautiful, doesn't want anything to do with money, and even knows how to act cute. If I may ask, which man would be able to resist her? Now that you're not in the office, don't let any disputes happen at home. Everyone can see that she’s interested in your husband. She's always dressed like a fiery phoenix, but you’re just too kind. If it were other women, I bet they'd already make a scene."

I chuckled and said, "Don’t worry. Theo’s not that kind of person. I have faith in him."

I was not stupid. The first time I saw Nadia, I already knew she was into Theo. This was actually normal. It was difficult for women not to have an interest in a man like Theo, especially the young ladies. I, too, had fallen in love with him at first sight back then.

I believed that there were still many women in the office like Nadia who had fantasies about Theo. However, Nadia was more fortunate and became his secretary.

I suppressed the frustration in my heart and smiled at her. "I'll head up first. Wouldn't want to distract you from work."

When I came to the top floor, I went into Mason's office thinking that Theo was still in a meeting. This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

I knocked on the door several times, but no one answered. When I was about to leave, the door to the room suddenly opened. Mason poked his head out from inside.

I jumped as I was taken aback. I checked again to make sure and realized that this man with messy hair, a face full of stubble, and panda eyes turned out t o be Mason.

He was completely different from his usual clean, fair, and noble self.

"What’s up?" he spoke. His voice sounded hoarse. One could easily tell that he had not spoken to anyone for a long time.

I looked at him and asked cautiously, "Are you brokenhearted or just broke?"