The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 92

In a daze, I simply stopped struggling and forced myself to sleep.

The next day when I woke up, it was already sunrise and Miss Woods reheated my cold breakfast for me.

I looked around me but did not see Theo.

"Mr. Grant went to the company early this morning and told me not to wake you up. He wanted you to sleep more. You would want to sleep more when you’re pregnant. When I was pregnant, I would sleep for 15 hours a day and still thought it was not enough 99

Miss Woods started yammering about her previous pregnancy. They said that a person loved to nag when they grew older and loved talking about their younger days. Time was unforgiving. Miss Woods was slowly growing old too.

After having breakfast, I went to the company. Heidi told me that the director had confirmed that everyone would be leaving tomorrow, which meant that I would have to go on a business trip tomorrow.

"Should I come with you, Ms. Wanda?" Heidi asked, looking at me.

"It’s fine. Stay here and prepare the first draft of the

acquisition report. I'll come back and revise it." There were too many people in the director’s team and my presence was already considered redundant, let alone Heidi’s.

I bustled about with work the entire morning and when noon approached, I received a text from Mason t o meet at lunch. He wanted me to take the medicine h e had prescribed for me.

I agreed since I needed the medicine for my business trip.

When I arrived at the address Mason sent me, I learned that Theo was here too. However, he ignored m e and sat there without speaking. His entire being was engulfed in a dark and gloomy aura.

I ignored him too and sat down at the table across from him. I said to Mason, "Dr. Lynch, I’m going on a business trip for a few days. Will it be okay to bring these medicines with me?"

Theo’s gaze darkened but he still did not say a word.

"You're going on a business trip? Is it for a shoot?" Mason asked.

"Yeah, it’s an outdoor shoot so I have to go along." Theo took a bowl of soup from the waiter and placed it in front of me. I did not refuse and took a sip. It tasted pretty sour and quite suited my taste. It seemed to have been specially ordered for me.

"Where will the shoot take place?” Mason asked while placing some refreshing dishes in front of me.