The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 656

I cast my eyes down. "You're pretty blunt."

She sighed. "Bow to the forces of evil."

The mockery behind those words was too strong. I frowned and said, "If you want us to be on good terms, at least stop making me feel uncomfortable when you talk."

She nodded. "Sure."

As we were employees of this restaurant, it would not be a good place to eat and talk. Therefore, we went to a nearby restaurant instead.

When the dishes were served, Fiona did not intend to touch the cutleries first. She looked at me and asked, "I f you’re Carlson's daughter, why did you come to a small place like Zenon and become a waitress here?"

I pursed my lips. "Because of some things."

She smirked. "It's because you became Theo's mistress?"

My hand that was holding the fork and knife paused. I cast her a hostile glance.

"Honestly, your identity is a competitive one, so why are you hiding?"

I put my cutleries down and said, "It seems irrelevant t

o tell an outsider like you what is the relationship between him and me and why I came here."

She shrugged. "You don't want to tell me because you think it's embarrassing for a titled lady like you not to be openly acknowledged."

Her words were unpleasant to hear.

I frowned. "If you want to know more about these gossips, maybe you should spend some time watching the entertainment news channels."

I got up and planned to leave, having no appetite to eat anymore.

"Of course, I did. The teacher even complimented me." His voice was tender. "Mr. Theo made some barbecue. We’re waiting for you to start.”

Seeing that Theo was not in the kitchen, I asked," Where is he?”

Munchkin looked at the yard. "He said that some of your clothes shouldn't be washed in the washing machine, so he went to the yard to wash them by hand."

I was stunned. He went to the yard? What clothes should not be washed with the washing machine?

I saw the man squatting by the laundry tub scrubbing the clothes. He had already changed out of his usual dark black suit and was wearing the warm-colored pajamas I bought for him in the city the other day.

He was used to wearing high-quality and exquisitely tailored clothes, so I thought he would not wear it. I did not expect him to actually wear them.

My gaze moved down to the clothes in his hands and I immediately blushed.