The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 290

I had no strength left to criticize him, so I just gave him a thumbs up. "You’re really rich, Mr. Grant!”

I was the one who did not understand the thinking and world of the rich.

I did not wear jewelry, so wearing them at home would turn them into something useless. Some jewelry was like clothes. They had a season. They might seem expensive now but they would depreciate in value once it was past the season.

Not wanting to entertain this childish man anymore, I turned around and went upstairs.

Theo followed me. After the whole ordeal, he stopped arguing with me over Tyler's affairs. However, he made another unreasonable request this time, which was to ask me to order a custom-made couple ring for the two of us.

The criteria were the same-I had to make my own money and the ring had to be silver. I had to be the one to custom make it myself and the style had to be similar to the previous three rings. The reason he gave? Tyler had one so he must have one too. 1

Theo was simply unreasonable. Apart from the fact that we already had wedding rings, no company's

president would make such a rough-cut silver ring.

"Theo, are you childish or sick in the head? You should probably see a doctor!" No way, how was I supposed to pick up scraps like in the past? Where was I supposed to find boxes to fold?

"If you can make money to make Tyler a ring, why can't you do it for me? I'm your husband, and it’s only right for you to make one for me. How can a nominal brother like him be worthy of receiving a ring from you?"

I could not reason with him at all. Those were all things that happened many years ago.

I burst out laughing. "In that case, you’re my nominal husband too. Also, rings are typically given by the man to the woman. You should be the one to buy me a ring. Besides, I gave you a gift but you didn’t even look at it."

"A gift? What else have you given me besides those two sets of clothes that I'm about to wear out?" He pulled a long face, grumpiness written all over his face.

"I bought you pajamas, belts, and clothes back in Salt City but you never once appreciated them."

"You did? Why am I not aware of that?" He sat up, looking at me in surprise.

"Of course. I put the clothes I bought you in the closet every time. You didn’t even look at them." I felt tremendously aggrieved about this too. Speaking of which, I did enjoy buying things for him when we just got married, but they were always piled up in the closet. He never wore them, and I never brought it up.