The Woman From Hell

Chapter 146

I wanted to ignore it, but the person behind the door seemed very persistent as the doorbell kept ringing.

It may be a villa, but since it was a terrace, the sound o f the doorbell was loud and crisp in the dead of night. To prevent my neighbors from getting disturbed, I changed and went down to open the door.

As I went down, I peeked at the security camera and was surprised to see Mason standing outside the door.

It was so late. Theo was not home, so why was he here?

Feeling confused, I opened the door and went out. " Doctor Lynch, it’s late. How may I help you?"

Mason glared at me and grunted irritably. "Why didn't you pick up your phone?"

Only just realizing that I had left my phone upstairs, I replied hastily, "Sorry, my phone wasn’t with me.

What happened?"

"Can both of you not include outsiders in your lovers' bicker?" Right after he finished his sentence, he went into the house and lay on the sofa. He looked exhausted, and his eyes were bleary like he had been forcefully yanked out of bed.

I looked at him with a puzzled gaze and asked, "What

does Theo want this time?" "What else does he want? He called me in the middle o f the night telling me that he's hungry and he wants to eat your cooking, so he ordered me to come over and tell you to cook for him."

F*ck...

No wonder Mason was annoyed. I was too. Why could Theo not just suck it up or order delivery since it was s o late at night?

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"I know, right? But that being said, you'd better hurry u p or there’ll be no peace for either of us. Too bad he's the patient." Mason lay on the sofa and said all this with his eyes closed.

He really did look exhausted.

I sighed exasperatedly. "Stay here for the night, then. I'll make some food and send it over."

Mason nodded, his breath evening out. He seemed to have fallen asleep. I shook my head. How tired must h e be to have fallen asleep right after he was done talking?

I grabbed a blanket from upstairs and covered it with him before going into the kitchen.

The fridge was filled with ingredients, which Miss Woods had bought. I considered the fact that Theo had just undergone an operation and decided to use the chicken that Miss Woods had prepared to make him some chicken soup.

After half an hour, I scooped the soup into a container and prepared to leave.

In the living room, Mason was snoring lightly.

I rushed to the hospital, and it was pin-drop silent in the wing where the wards were. The VIP section that Theo was in was eerily silent. After asking the nurse who was dozing off, I got the ward number and entered the ward.

In the room, Theo was lying on his half-slanted bed, playing with his phone. He may be in a hospital gown but he was still ridiculously good-looking. He was just sitting there, but I could not take my eyes off of him.

He saw me when I pushed open the door and arranged his composure. He placed his phone down and stared intently at me.

Although I was unhappy with how annoying he was, I saw the bandages on his head and his pale face.

My heart softened. I brought the food container to his bed and nonchalantly said, "You’ve just undergone an operation, so you can only drink soup. I made you some chicken soup. Come, have some."

"Okay.” He sat up and looked at me. "Mason went over t o look for you, didn’t he? You refused to come to the hospital so this was the only thing I could do."

My facial expression was icy-cold. I did not say a word as I opened the container. I poured out some soup and passed him a spoon. "Drink up, it's the right temperature."

He peeked at me and said sheepishly, "My hand hurts. Feed me.” He looked expectant.

I was vexed. The doctor had said that only his head and abdomen were injured, so why was his hand hurting? He was just deliberately trying to be annoying. Not only did he trouble his buddy in the middle of the night but he also wanted to trouble me now.

Even though I knew he was doing it on purpose, I did not expose him. I picked up the container and brought a spoonful of soup to his mouth.

He smiled gleefully and opened his mouth, slurping the soup immediately.

Even with food in his mouth, his eyes were still fixed o nme.

I pretended not to notice as I continued feeding him. It did not take long for him to finish a bowl of soup.

"Are you still mad?" After a while, he broke the silence.

I paused, my head still hung low. I asked quietly," What do you mean?”

He continued, "She's my burden. Whatever I owed her parents previously, I have to repay her.” His voice was deep and emotionless.