The Woman From Hell

Keith’s expression changed a little. He was clueless, s o he looked at me. I shrugged. "Don’t look at me. I don't know anything." NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

"President Grant, is there something wrong with that location? Nadia is mainly responsible for assisting you in your work. Her desk’s position was arranged in a way so that you'd be able to look for her easily." Keith was the same as Theo, another guy with a slow brain.

Theo touched his forehead and said after a long time," You'll take over her work and place her in Zedd's department. Don't get another female secretary for me again.”

"Got it." Even though Keith was a straight man, he could still be regarded as a sensible person after being by Theo's side all this time. After accepting the order, h e closed the door and left.

"How’s that, Mrs. Grant? Is such an arrangement to your liking?" Keith had left, and Theo regained the smile that he often put on his face recently.

I nodded. "Sadly, we wasted a good show, but it’s alright. Even without the foxy secretary, I can still fill my mind with the story of the woman you love but can't marry."

He frowned and said helplessly, "Cindy has gone to Whaldorf City."

I nodded. "I know, that's why I’m keeping my mind busy to pass the time!”

"Can you stop filling your mind with those melodrama romance stories and instead think of your husband a little more when you're bored?" After he spoke, he pulled me to sit on his knees and planted a kiss on the back of my neck as his fingers started running along my skin.

My face flushed red from embarrassment. I pulled his hand and silently stopped him. "Theo, we're in the office. You have to act appropriately. Let's eat. I brought you lunch."

"But the only thing I want to eat now-is you." He looked up at me with squinted eyes. The emotions in his eyes were about to gush out.

I was scared, so I immediately got up from his lap and escaped. I came to the couch and opened the lunchbox. "Come and eat, or else the food will get cold.”

Seeing my reaction, he laughed triumphantly and got u p to sit beside me. However, he did not act excessively anymore.

We ate fairly peacefully for that meal. The only downside was that Theo really treated me as a pig and forced me to eat a lot.

He even wanted me to drink a glass of freshly squeezed juice after the meal. It was a hot day and I felt that I had eaten too much, so I put the juice in his mini-bar and waited for it to chill.

However, he did not agree to my actions. He said something about how pregnant women should not consume cold food and drinks. I pouted and sat on the couch fuming. "You're too domineering, Theo. I'm not your pet. Why should I follow everything you say?" 1

He raised his hand and lightly flicked my nose." There's no pet that’s disobedient as you are. You can't drink anything cold for now. It's not good for your body. Now finish this. I’ll lower the air conditioning for you."

I was silent, and a warm feeling suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart. It felt pretty nice to have someone care about me.

Was this not a good life? I worked all day. I had a house, him, and a child. I had my meals put out on the table. Sometimes, there were expectations and arguments, but we never held a grudge. After those arguments, we continued spending our days together. I t was all good!

Happiness was very simple. We could be happy without fussing or comparing. It was enough.

Theo's phone rang before I finished the juice. He looked at me and said, "I have a meeting that's starting soon. Ask Keith to send you home."

After that, he gave Keith a call.

I nodded, got up, and walked out.

It was still lunchtime now and there were not many people outside. I bumped into Keith at the elevator, who rushed back from outside. He said, "Madam, President Grant asked me to send you home."

"You should go do your work. I ate quite a lot and I'm thinking of going shopping in the mall first before going back."

After all, I had nothing to do back home. There was a mall just below the office. I wanted to go shopping and digest my meal.

Keith looked at me for a while and said, "You be careful, then. Call me if you need anything."

I nodded. I took the president's special elevator down t o the first floor. I did not go to Grant Corporation's mall to shop but instead went to the commercial street opposite of it. I rarely had the chance to come here.

This street was very lively, and the clothing brands here consisted of major international brands.

I thought that it had been a long time ago since I bought clothes for Theo, so I entered a designer high-end store that did tailor-made suits.

When we first got married, I had loved buying clothes for him but he never liked wearing them. The tags were not even removed every time I bought them back. They always just hung there.

Eventually, I stopped buying him clothes.