The Woman From Hell

This time, he did not say anything. He stepped forward and held me in his arms, saying softly, "Am I that domineering to the extent that I won't allow you t o make friends? Would I have stopped you from going i f you told me?"

I frowned. "No. I just thought that it wasn't a big deal and I didn't have to tell you about it." This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

"Do you know how worried I was when you didn't come back home last night? Your phone was dead all night and I couldn't stop imagining things. Do you still have me in your heart?" He pointed at my chest and stared at me in a dissatisfied manner.

I glanced at those bottles and cigarette butts, then I looked at his pale face. I said, "Yes, forever and ever!"

I seldom confessed my feelings. After I said those words, my face was blushing. I lowered my head and dared not to look at him.

He remained silent, but he reached out and held my face. He stared at me, then lowered his head immediately. It was like he could not wait to kiss my lips.

He finally let go of me when I could barely breathe.

I guiltily looked at him, showed a bitter smile, and

said, "Theo, I don't think I can do this anymore."

This was an illness. There was nothing I could do.

No man would be able to stand such a marriage.

"Theo, I'm sorry. You... should go look for Cindy!" Those words were my heartfelt confession.

After I said that, I did not look at him. I got up and entered the bathroom right away.

He followed me into the bathroom. He was grim-faced, and he helped me bathe without saying anything. After that, he wiped my body clean with a dry towel.

I remained silent throughout. After he dried me, I went out of the bathroom and lay on the bed.

He began to shower after I left the bathroom. He came out after half an hour. He had shaved his beard, his face reverting to its handsome and comely appearance from before.

He climbed into the bed and wrapped me in his arms from the back. He said in a deep voice, "Stop overthinking. We'll go to the hospital to see the doctor after the baby is born."

There was a poignant feeling gushing out from my heart. It was a mental illness. It was not curable just b y seeing the doctor or taking medications. I turned my head and looked up at him. "What if it's incurable?"

"Then we'll look for another doctor until you’re cured."

He held my hand, speaking in a convincing tone.

I did not say anything more. The more confident he was, the more unsure I felt.

Not long after, I could hear him breathing evenly beside my ears. After a sleepless night, he finally could not stand it anymore.

I could not fall asleep. I was pondering if Jerome could help me.

When Theo was sleeping soundly, I squirmed my body to get out of bed as I wanted to open the windows and get some fresh air. The alcohol smell in the room had yet to air out.

However, when I had just moved a little, I was pulled back into his arms. "Sleep with me. I was awake all night. I'm sleepy now."

I was speechless. Why was he forcing me to sleep with him when he was the one who did not sleep last night? 1

Although I was unwilling, he was hugging me so tightly that I could not break free from his grip. I could only give up and lay in his arms, trying to sleep.