The Woman From Hell

Chapter 170

"Yes." My nose burned slightly as I quietly answered.

"I ordered you dinner, someone will send it over later. Soup is included, and you should drink some of it." His end of the line seemed to be very quiet, and I could even hear echoes as he spoke. He had probably stepped out to stand in a corridor to speak to me.

"Alright. Where are you, and what time will you be back?" I felt a wave of emotions rush over me as I gazed at the flowers, feeling a wave of inexplicable warmth and excitement.

"I'm having dinner with the others at the hotel. I'll try my best to be back soon." His voice sounded very deep.

We were still talking when I heard someone call out," Theowy, come in." It was Cindy's voice. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

"You should go back! I'll hang up now.” I did not wait for him to say anything else before I hurriedly hung u p. I heaved a huge sigh when the call ended. My heart felt as if someone was pinching it slightly. It hurt and stung a little.

At the end of the day, I still greatly minded the affair and could not bring myself to act like my emotions were not all over the place because of it.

The doorbell soon rang. The meal Theo had ordered

for me had arrived. I opened the door to receive it and saw that it was a soup dish accompanied by multiple side dishes. They all seemed to boost one's health in one way or the other.

I did not have much of an appetite, so I went upstairs after drinking some soup.

I really liked how the baby's room was decorated and decided to sit on the carpeted floor inside and stare into space. I imagined scenes of him sitting here and talking to our kid, scenes of him reading

the child storybooks in the future.

Would there ever be such a day?

There were some things you could not think about in detail lest it leave you depressed.

I did not know how long I had been sitting there when the sound of my phone ringing jerked me back to reality.

It was Zedd. Why was he calling me?

"Wanda Lane, are you deaf? Haven't you heard me knocking for the last forever?” Zedd exploded before I could even get my bearings.

I was confused. Had there been knocking?

After some time, I finally realized that I was up on the second floor and that I had also closed the bedroom door. Of course I had not been able to hear anything.

Too lazy to argue with him, I hung up the phone and walked back downstairs to open the door.

Zedd glared at me, an ugly expression on his face and Theo’s arm slung across his shoulder. "What were you doing, woman? Don't you know that he’s very heavy?"

I did not say anything and merely reached over to help support Theo, who was as drunk as a skunk.

"Go away. You're so tiny, do you really think you can support him?" Zedd huffily said as he walked past me and helped Theo walk into the living room. After depositing Theo on the couch, he told me to 'take good care of him' before he walked off without a backward glance.

I did not know what to say in response. If Zedd knew Theo was drunk right now, why had he left him on the couch? Did he want me, a pregnant woman, to cart the man upstairs?

Left with no alternative, I bent down and shook him." Theo, wake up. Let's go to bed upstairs.”

He slowly opened his eyes, sitting up on the couch to pull me into his arms. He did not say anything, but he had a painful expression on his face as he narrowed his eyes.

To my eyes, he seemed to be feeling horrible. Reaching out a hand, I stroked his face and asked, "Do you want some water? I’ll go get you some."

When he heard me speak, he tilted his gaze to look at me. His eyes seemed dazed and confused. Finally, he asked, "Are you hungry? I'll take you to get some food."

Then, he stood up. He wobbled on his feet as he tried t o drag me out.

"I've already eaten. Sit still and don’t move, or you’ll fall,” I said as I hurriedly grabbed him.

He smiled an extraordinarily broad grin and gazed at me as he said, "Okay, I’ll listen to you. I won't move.” Then, he sat back down on the couch and straightened his posture.

I could not hold my laughter in. Who would have thought that Theo would be this cute and child-like after getting drunk? Who knew how many drinks he had drunk tonight? He had never acted this way while drunk in the past.

I stood up to get him a glass of water. He reached out, grabbed my arm, and asked nervously, "Where are you going?”

"I'm going to get you some water," I said as I patted him on the shoulder.

"You're not allowed to go anywhere without my permission,” he said stubbornly as he held my hand, refusing to let me leave.

"Be good. You'll feel better after you've had some water." Despite myself, I could not stop my maternal instincts from kicking in as I watched the way Theo was acting now. My tone had softened considerably.

"Okay, then I’ll go with you. I’ll go anywhere you go. You’re not allowed to leave me." He stood up on shaky legs once again.

I clapped a hand to my forehead. However, left with no other choice, I helped him along as we stumbled to the dining room.

Once I helped him sit down, he dropped his head onto the table and shut his eyes.

It seemed like he had really had a lot to drink. I sighed. "Theo, open your mouth. Let's get you to drink some water."