The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 211

"No. Hurry up and get changed. I'll wait for you outside." After saying that, he started putting on his shoes. His tone was unquestionably domineering.

I had no choice. I reluctantly went upstairs to put on a long-sleeved shirt and a pair of sports shoes.

Initially, I thought we were only going to stroll around the yard. I did not think that he would drag me out of the main entrance, walk toward the main road, and up the hill.

Although the hill at the villa was not high, it was still somewhat steep. As a pregnant woman, it was a little challenging.

Both of us did not have much to say. We were silent throughout the walk. However, he had great patience a s he adapted to my pace and very slowly walked by m y side while holding me.

This lasted until I felt my waist getting sore. I stopped and said, "Let's head back!"

"No way. It's not even 20 minutes yet. Let’s head back after 30 minutes," he said with a stern and irrefutable tone.

I pouted and could only pant my way through. The trees and plants along both sides of the path were

extremely clean after the rain. The scene was full of greenery and even the air smelled fresh. I could detect traces of fragrant soil as well. It sure was a pleasant experience.

He did not say anything, so I found a topic. "Theo, have you ever thought of a name for our child?”

After all, the baby would be born in a few months. Even though he had prepared many baby products, he had yet to mention the baby's name.

He turned his head to look at me and spoke after quite a while, “Wendy Grant.”

I was taken aback. My mother gave me the name ' Wanda' after a famous poem. She said because my life was difficult and I was abandoned when I was little, she gave me the name in hopes that I could marry a good man and have a lifetime of happiness. She hoped I would never be lonely again.

"It sounds similar to yours. I hope the baby will grow u p to be like you.” He stopped and smiled as he reached out to tuck my messy hair, which was caused by the wind, behind my ear.

"I sure hope she doesn't turn out like me. I hope she'll b e lively and cheerful like a ray of sunshine." It was because I was burdened by too many things that I had psychological problems.

I looked up to face him. "Speaking of which, that's a girl's name. What if it's a boy?”

I honestly hoped it was a boy. It was too hard being a woman, and these hardships were not materialistic ones but those that we needed to experience as part of the growing-up process, which included dating, getting married, and giving birth. Women suffered more than men with these, especially during pregnancy. I considered myself to have a deep understanding of this.