The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 389

Matthew's dark eyes darkened. His thin lips were pursed into a straight line. "Wanda Lane, you're carrying so much burden on your shoulders yet you’re still thinking of helping others with their problems. D o you think you're Mother Mary who preaches compassion to all living beings?"

"You don't have to go that far. And..." I wanted to say h e had crossed the line but did not dare to say it out loud.

It would be better not to mess with drunkards. I grabbed his arm and said gently, "Alright, alright. I won't help her. You've had a lot to drink, and the lunch party is ending soon. Let’s go back to the hotel and get some rest."

Matthew stared at me for a long time, then he nodded his head slowly. I let out a sigh of relief.

Back in the private dining room, Matthew and I made up an excuse to leave earlier.

After we got out of the hotel, I was about to hail a taxi when Matthew tugged on me. "I don’t want to go back t o the hotel."

I let out a soft sigh, feeling slightly helpless. "Then where would you like to go if you don't want to go to

the hotel?" "Anywhere as long as it’s not the hotel." Now that he was drunk, he was acting like a little kid. How capricious!

The corner of my lips twitched as I removed my arm from his hand. "Then you should just go wherever you want to. I'm going back to the hotel."

"I'm drunk," Matthew spoke in an aggressive tone. "If you leave me alone, I might appear in the headlines tomorrow-the president of Zimmer Corporations dropped dead on the streets after getting drunk."

I...

He was a total fool after getting drunk!

I rolled my eyes at him. Then, I reached out and hailed a taxi. "The rest will come down soon. Stop thinking about where to go and just get in the car first."

Right after I said that, his arms were no longer on my neck. I had no idea when Theo appeared but he had grabbed Matthew's collar and was pressing him to the ground.

Then, I heard a loud punch.

Matthew was drunk and could not fight back, so he could only receive the hits. Before I knew it, I

hurriedly pulled Theo away. "Stop hitting him. He'll die if you keep punching him."

Theo stopped and looked at me coldly. “You can’t bear to see him in pain?"

"Of course, she can't bear to see me like this," Matthew said as if he did not fear death, "She feels bad for me. You've beaten me up so badly, so how can she be able t o stand it?"