Her voice was not as delicate or rude as usual, but surprisingly calm.
I was puzzled. What did she want to talk about?
I did not open the door but instead, I sent Theo a message. 'Miss Reed is outside the door. She wants to talk to me.'
I also did not know why I sent that message to Theo.
Naturally, humans were greedy. Ever since I felt that Theo's attitude toward me had changed for the better, I subconsciously wanted more of it.
Right after I had sent the message, Theo called.
I went back to the couch and laid down before answering the phone. A whirlwind of emotions stirred in my heart.
"Where are you?" His voice was low and soft as if he were in a meeting.
"Inside the house," I whispered.
"Do not open the door. Just go upstairs and have a good sleep." His voice was very soft and gentle.
My heart skipped a beat. "Okay!"
After hanging up, I ignored Cindy, who was still
shouting outside, and headed upstairs.
I noticed the study room door was left open when I passed the room. Theo had explicitly forbidden me from entering his study and bedroom. I rarely had the chance to enter.
Since I could not sleep and had nothing to do, I walked in.
His study was indeed a place of study. There were several shelves, all filled with books. I casually flipped through a few of them. They were all reference books, and I could not understand them at all.
Out of boredom, I looked around the bookshelf. An old little box on the corner shelf caught my attention.
I opened it out of curiosity and saw a photo album inside. It was filled with photos of Theo when he was young.
There was a picture of a couple carrying a little boy on the front page. The eyes and eyebrows of the boy were very similar to Theo's, and the woman's smile was very sweet. With one look, anyone could tell that she was beautiful and gentle. The little boy was strong and smart-looking, smiling very happily.
After looking at the photos, I felt a little depressed. No wonder Theo's brothers disliked me so much. Even Cindy hated me. I was like an invader who suddenly barged into their territory and broke up their relationship.
That year, if my mother had not met with an accident and asked me to look for Grandmother before she passed on, I would not have encountered the Grant family for the rest of my life.
For a long time, I had never wondered how my mother knew Grandmother. A village woman like my mother could not have any interactions with a family like the Grant family. 1
The strange thing was that after Grandmother read m y mother's letter, not only did she take me in, she even forced Theo to marry me.
It was understandable that the Grant family would hate me.
There was no point thinking about the past now. I could not figure it out even if I wanted to. I sighed and got up to leave the study.
I felt dizzy and weak, so I went to sleep.
I slept soundly through the night.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a tall and imposing figure beside my bed.
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