The Woman From Hell

The corner of Theo’s lips curled slightly upwards as h e stood up and walked over. As he reached out to pull me into his arms, he said, "So don't make a fuss in the future, or you'll be the one who ends up exhausted again."

I rolled my eyes at him. He stroked my hair as he said i n a deep voice, "I was in the wrong for touching the box without your consent, but I was just curious about what my grandmother left for you." Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

He paused slightly before continuing. "After opening i t, I realized that the items inside were items my grandmother had hoped to use to keep our marriage together. We don’t need any material items to keep our marriage together, and I didn't want you to think that I hadn't pushed for the divorce because of the box. That's why I threw it away. Can you promise me you’ll never bring this up again and that we can live a normal and peaceful life?"

It was the first time Theo had ever been so patient, and perhaps even a little humble, when speaking to m e about such things.

I had to admit that I was slightly moved.

However, the fact that I did not feel secure in this marriage remained. Moreover, I was finding it more

and more difficult to get over his affair with Cindy. I knew in my heart that he would never be able to completely forget her.

Could we really live a normal and peaceful life in the future like he wanted?

I did not have a clue, but I could not resist the temptation to give it a try either. After all, I was the one who had developed feelings for him first in this relationship. I was lucky to have been able to

marry the person I loved.

It was even more of a gift to get to stay together with him.

As I looked up into his serious eyes, I nodded my head mechanically.

He smiled and held me even tighter. "Don't ever bring up matters like divorce out of the blue like that again. It's really hurtful."

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, I nodded. I knew it was indeed my fault for bringing it up all the time.

"It’s getting late. You shouldn't stay up for so long. Go take a shower and go to bed,” he said as he urged me forward.

I stood up and dragged my exhausted body into the bathroom. I did not have a single shred of strength left in my body.

Now that I thought about it, arguments were no fun because at the end of the day, I would be the one feeling horrible. However, at the time, I just had no control over my emotions.

My attention wavered as I stood beneath the showerhead as I thought about how I had changed a lot during this period of time. Not only had my temper changed, but I had also become extremely insecure. Theo held a place in my heart, but I could not fully trust him, nor surrender my heart to him. I still had m y reservations.

Keeping so many doubts and concerns in your heart was not only tiring, but it also slowly hurt you.

I truly despised the way I was acting now.

Theo went to the bathroom after I got out. He showered quickly and was out before ten minutes had even elapsed. When he walked out and saw that I was still sitting on the bed and staring into space, he frowned and asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet? What are you thinking about?"

I shook my head and did not say anything. He walked over and dried my hair with a towel, asking me," Didn’t you teach me to always dry my hair once I've finished showering? Have you forgotten to do that for yourself?”

He had only wrapped a bath towel around himself since getting out of the shower. Droplets of water ran down his chest, forming countless winding streams.

I reached out and wrapped my arms around his waist as I pressed my head against his broad, damp chest.

Not a word left my mouth.

Stunned, he remained frozen for a good while before pushing me away gently. "I've still got water all over m e. You shouldn't get your clothes wet."

He took a towel and quickly dried himself off before reaching out again and letting me rest against his chest. Caressing my hair, he said, "You're a woman, you shouldn't try to be as tough as a porcupine all the time. You'll only end up hurting yourself.

I nodded. I felt that what he had just said made a lot of sense. Sniffling, I asked, "Can you... stop paying Cindy s o much attention in the future?”

After pausing for a moment, I continued. "Her birth parents treat her like a princess now, and she's living a life of luxury. She doesn't want for anything, but as for me, I have no one else but you. I really can't lose you."

I sounded close to tears as I imitated the way Cindy usually talked, trying to make myself seem weak and helpless.

He did not say anything, merely tightening his hold on me. The crease between my brows loosened. Sure enough, this method always worked on men. I would not have had to act like a porcupine before had I had prior knowledge of this.

Suddenly, I felt him push his hand upwards. It startled me a little. Then, he used his other hand to lift my face. He stared into my eyes for a long while before saying slowly, "This role doesn't suit you, and you're putting on such a crappy performance. You should just be yourself!"