The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 1545

I thought he was ready to go to sleep, but the next thing I knew, his hands were under my shirt.

He came up to me and breathed on my neck. It was impossible to sleep.

At first, I wanted to continue to pretend to sleep, but then I found it impossible to do so. I tightened my neck and began to jerk away.

This movement seemed to indicate to Theo that I was only pretending to be asleep.

When he noticed this, his hand became even more reckless.

I grabbed his palm, and his big hand did not move. I must have revealed all I could by now.

"Didn't you just talk to me this morning about Munchkin’s trick? How come you're using it as well now?"

Just as he finished speaking, his lips fell on the back of my neck.

I had no choice but to turn around and say," I've thought of how to express my heart's guilt. Why don't I make you some meatballs?"

This idea just flashed in my head for a moment.

When I was in Zenon, I was always the one who cooked. Now that I was back in this familiar home, I wanted to make a big meal for the people I loved.

When I thought about it, Theo would not allow me to cook in my current situation, so I went with something as simple as meatballs.

"I can leave the cooking of the meatballs to you, and I'll be responsible for shaping them. There’s no problem, right?" I would already avoid the most dangerous part, which was grilling them, so there should not be any uneasiness for him, right?

The next second, Theo directly turned over and pressed himself upon me. "You forgot that pregnant women are not allowed to touch knives."

I frowned slightly. "Why did you also start to believe this?" The previous Theo was oblivious to all this.

I got up and got dressed before walking out of the bedroom. As soon as I opened the door, I heard Munchkin cheering, "Mommy, Mommy, we're going to make meatballs."

I followed his cheer and saw that the kitchen was filled with all kinds of ingredients, including large and small colorful packages, broccoli, potatoes, and a bag of breadcrumbs on the table.

The amount was estimated to be enough to make a year’s worth of meatballs.

I was surprised and walked up. "Where did these come from?"

"Mr. Larson sent them over early this morning." Munchkin’s face was full of excitement.

However. I was worried. There was no way to finish so much food in a short time, and the vegetables could not be kept fresh for too long, so they would be wasted.

Besides, what kind of meatballs had broccoli and potatoes in them?