The Woman From Hell
Chapter 1685

Chapter 1685

Theo stared at me after I hung up the phone. "Why aren't you going?"

"Why should I go when you're not going?"

I blinked my eyes slowly as I gazed at him. He was a man who meant what he said.

I could tell he was angry over what had happened, but I could understand why too.

However, it was odd that not only had he not lost his temper, but he even told me to have dinner with them.

"But what’s going to happen to Munchkin if you don't go?"

“Don't worry, Fred will take care of him. He won't unleash his grudge on a kid," I said comfortingly to Theo.

I did not press him for answers and decided to wait for him to feel better before he told me what he was worried about.

He leaned against the headboard and did not say anything for a long time. He chose to hold me quietly instead. Yet, that made me feel more uneasy.

"I actually came in here just now to tell you I might only be able to drive you over to pick Munchkin up later. So I thought you might as well head off earlier since they invited you to have dinner together."

"How could that work?” I asked as I sat up straight, feeling upset with him.

Then, I recalled what I had just said. "See? Both Munchkin and I knew you would need to work late. He even reminded me to make sure you had a proper meal. So don't even think of trying to brush

me off this time." I leaned on his chest and pretended to glare at him.

"No negotiations allowed!"

Finally, he could no longer hold his laughter in as he took me into his arms again. "This explains a lot."

"What does it explain?" I did not understand what he was trying to say.

"You're so cute. It's no wonder there are so many people hung up about you."

I scoffed. "Isn't that the same for you? At this point, I'm constantly worried that someone's going to dash at you."

"Well, no one asked you to go to Cindy Reed."

Theo brought another topic up.

"Cindy's different. She's different from the others!" I said stubbornly as I stood up.

Theo could not argue against that and did not insist on doing so.

"Also, lend me your computer."

"What are you going to do?"

"I need to check something."

Theo became upset when he heard that." Didn't we agree that you wouldn't work now? What do you need to check?"

"Gosh, that's none of your business. I'll just use it for a while."

Theo narrowed his eyes. "So, you're going to work?"

I initially thought Theo would agree if I took a softer approach. I was not expecting him to notice I had not refuted him and instead sensed that I was going to work. "Well, I already went to the office today. Wouldn’t I only have gone to fool around if I didn't take some work back with me? Don't worry, I promise I’ll be done really soon."

I whined like a child.

Theo got up reluctantly as he said, "I remember Munchkin telling you to make sure I had a proper dinner. How did you end up working late with me..."

Seeing his reluctance, I crossed my arms and said, "Alright then, let’s head home together. Neither of us will get to work anymore. I'll get the servants to prepare dinner for us!"

Sure enough, that trick worked.

Theo fell silent the minute I finished speaking. He picked up the shoes placed next to my bed and said in a voice that was equal parts loving and impatient, "Alright, fine. Get over here.

He helped me put my shoes on before also helping me get to my feet.

I rarely paid attention to my stomach, but my movements just now made me realize that my belly had grown yet another size larger. I had not noticed anything the past few days, but Theo had already noticed that I now needed someone to help me to my feet.

While marveling at Theo’s care, I also marveled at how quickly the baby was growing.

I rubbed my stomach gently. If that was the case, it seemed like a good idea to introduce him to a healthy dose of work tension.

I took the laptop Theo handed to me and sat down on the couch. The coffee table was about the same height as the couch, which meant I would need to lean forward to work on the laptop.

A displeased look immediately appeared on Theo's face, and he insisted I worked at his desk instead.

I refused to do that because I knew he was used to working at his table. Besides, he was taller than I was, so wouldn't he find working while sitting on the couch even more difficult?

In the end, he had no other choice but to get Keith to find me another table to use.