The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 438

I went to the kitchen to bring out the dishes. When I turned around and saw Matthew’s gloomy face right behind me, it gave me a scare. The dish in my hands nearly slipped and fell.

Seeing that he had given me a scare, he apologized softly. "I'm sorry."

I tried to smile but the corners of my lips only twitched. "You can just wait for me at the dining table."

He nodded and walked toward the table.

I served the dishes onto the dining table and sat across from him. Then, I handed him a pair of chopsticks. "Help yourself."

We ate in utter silence. I discreetly glanced at him from time to time and felt the pity in me grow with every glance. I could sense that the whole incident had changed him entirely, almost into a complete stranger from the man I knew.

Matthew stopped eating after a few bites. I understood that he did not have much of an appetite now, so I refrained from commenting on it.

After cleaning the plates, I walked out of the kitchen and saw him looking down from the window. My

heart lodged itself in my throat as I quickly asked," Matthew, what are you doing over there?"

He turned around to meet my eyes, a cold smile plastered across his face. "Are you afraid that I'll think of jumping?"

"Don't!" My pupils constricted as I ran over to grab his arm. "Don't hurt yourself. Your mother wouldn't want t o see you like this. Can you pull yourself together, please?"

He sneered. "Hm? Did you just say that she wouldn't want to see me like this?"

I could see where he was coming from. If Nancy had truly wished not to see him like this, why was she so determined to kill herself?

Just as I turned away from her, I was stunned to see Theo walking down the stairs. Did he mention that he was coming back tonight?

His expression was stern as he walked up to me." Where have you been?"

"My previous apartment." I did not intend to hide it, so I told him the truth.

As expected, his face darkened further. He grabbed m y arm and hauled me up the stairs. "It looks like you've forgotten the lessons I taught you, huh? Are you trying to get on my nerves?"

He dragged me into the bedroom and pressed my body firmly against the door. He yelled at me furiously, "You really do have nostalgic feelings for that place. Are you just itching to move back there?" "Yeah, of course, I want to move back there.” I shrugged nonchalantly, trying to piss him off on purpose.

"Wanda Lane!" His wrath grew. "Who’s your husband? Me or him? You're desperate to eat with him and live with him, hm? Are you that eager to spend the rest of your life with him?"