The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 278

Hearing me, his tensed face eased up while his anger dissipated. He walked over with a smile on his face.

I peered up at him and pouted before speaking with righteous indignation, "Theo, I'm very angry right now. I'm very, very angry. I don't know why this is happening but I feel anger boiling inside of me for no reason. I can't hurt myself because I need to protect m y child, so I can only vent out on you. I'm sorry."

After saying those words, I did not wait for him to react and pushed him out the door hard. Then, I locked it from the inside while yelling, "Stand there and reflect on your own actions!"

"Wanda Lane..." Behind me, his restrained growl rang out.

I ignored him and walked into the house, saying to the team of bodyguards and caretakers, "No one is to open that door. Anyone who opens the door will be deducted a month's worth of salary... Let him in after half an hour."

Everyone exchanged glances with each other and looked at me with fear in their eyes.

I ignored them and turned around to go upstairs. I finally got it out of my chest.

However, I was unable to sleep after all the fuss. Hence, I got up and half-lay on the bed to read.

40 minutes later, Theo came upstairs, utterly drenched. Water droplets were still dripping off of his hair.

I was a little stunned, not knowing that it had rained outside. Had he really stood outside the door for half a n hour?

"That must have taken the edge off?" He looked at me, pursed his lips, and asked.

"Barely!" I continued to pull a long face.

He shook his head helplessly and went into the bathroom.

Looking at his soaked back, I put the book down and felt a little sour. I was starting to cross the line more and more.

He seemed to be the one indulging in this behavior of mine.

As he came out of the bathroom, he glanced at me and said in a deep voice, "It’s late. Get some rest. TH go to the study to do some work."

He walked out of the bedroom without waiting for my reply.

I thought he would linger and refuse to leave the bedroom at first, but...

After he left, I lay on the bed tossing and turning. I was unable to find a suitable sleeping posture. When h e was around, it would feel as though the bed was too small. Now that I had the whole bed for myself, I found the emptiness uncomfortable.