The Woman From Hell

Maybe Jerome had drunk too much. He was feeling angry and upset a moment ago, but he fell asleep the next second. He was even snoring lightly.

Cecilia and I, who were two pregnant women, could not carry a 183cm-tall guy. Hence, we left him to sleep on the sofa. We helped him take off his shoes to make him feel more comfortable. Cecilia covered him with the blanket that he covered her with just now.

She picked her phone up, glanced at it, and said, "It's almost one o'clock and you're not back home yet. Did Theo call you?”

I smiled helplessly and said, "My phone ran out of battery. He can’t find me.”

Cecilia furrowed her brows. She was slightly worried." Hurry up and get back home now. Don’t get into a fight with him again. I’ll be here to look after Jerome.”

"It’s alright. I told him that I’d be keeping you company before I went out.” I looked at Cecilia, realizing that she looked awful after not seeing her for a few days. "What happened to you these few days? Why do you look so bad?"

I remembered when I was picking her up at the airport, she had a rosy face and looked healthy.

"I don't know why either. I can’t eat or sleep well after coming back. I feel drowsy and sleepy all day. Maybe the baby likes the countryside too and doesn’t like it here." Cecilia massaged her temples and smiled bitterly.

"You'll just have to endure past this stage. I experienced it before as well. Get some sleep every time you're feeling sleepy. Otherwise, you'll only be more uncomfortable."

Women were such great creatures. Apart from everything else, being pregnant for nine months and experiencing different stages of pregnancy was a long and difficult process.

"It looks like he’s not waking up anytime soon. Let’s g o to the bedroom and get some sleep." Jerome was drunk. We dared not to leave as we were afraid that he might cause trouble in the middle of the night.

However, the two of us pregnant women could not just sit there for the whole night. Hence, we went into the room to get some rest.

It was late and both of us were tired. We lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Jerome was still asleep when we woke up. We did not wake him up so that he could sleep off the jet lag. We then left the hotel.

I had breakfast with Cecilia first before we separated and went back to our homes.

It was already nine o'clock in the morning when I reached home. Miss Woods would be out grocery shopping now. I went upstairs right away, planning to lie down on the bed for a while more.

It was strange when I saw that the bedroom door was closed. Once I opened the door and entered the room, a strong smell of alcohol rushed to my face.

The curtains that blocked out the light were pulled tightly. It made the whole room be filled with darkness.

I had just come in after being exposed to the bright sun. My eyes were not adapted to the darkness yet. I could not see clearly, so I could only ask, "Theo, are you home?"

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I groped for the window and pulled the curtains, letting a streak of light in. Theo was sitting on the sofa. He lifted his hand and covered his eyes, saying," Close it!”

I drew the curtains. I had to switch on the lights to see clearly. He was wearing all black, his hair was messy, and he was lounging on the sofa. A few empty bottles were scattered around the coffee table.

"What's wrong with you?" I walked toward him and picked up the bottles on the floor before putting them on the table. I squatted in front of him and looked up a t him.

When I got closer to him, I realized he looked awful.

His eyes were bloodshot and his dark circles were pretty obvious. He had dense stubble on his chin too. I n short, he looked gaunt.

He turned his head. His deep, dark eyes fell on my face. He stared at me for a while, then he said, "You still remember to come back, huh?" His voice was deep and hoarse. It sounded like he was speaking after not talking for a long time.

"I was with Cecilia! Didn't I tell you yesterday? I'm sorry. I wanted to call you but my phone ran out of battery." I felt a little sorry for not calling him all night. It was indeed my fault.

"Is that even a reason? Your phone ran out of battery but did Cecilia's phone run out of battery too?" He looked at me with his cold dark eyes and sneered. There was a hint of mockery in his tone.

I lowered my head and remained silent. Although it was not a big deal, it was still my fault, after all.

"Wanda Lane, do you think I’m stupid or gullible? How many secrets are you still hiding from me?" He clenched his teeth with a disgusted look. It seemed that he was dying to gobble me up alive.

I felt unpleasant. Even though I was hiding things from him, I was doing it for his own good. I did not want my troubles to distract him or bother him.