Thus, under everyone’s watchful gazes, I led my ex-husband into a private room.
This was the outcome I wanted, which was for everyone to see me talking with Theo alone.
Upon entering the room, I closed the door and then went to the window to draw the curtains.
I turned back and saw Theo sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed. He was looking at me calmly with a slight smile on the corners of his mouth...
…
After an hour-long conversation, someone finally could not wait anymore and came smacking the door of the room.
"Wanda, what on earth do you have to say to Theo? It's been an hour. Get out here!”
Delia's voice boomed outside the door as it trembled under her hand. It was as if she was about to run the door down.
I glanced at the door of the room before turning my gaze to Theo. “Your fiancee still has quite the temper.”
“Let’s go out.”
I fished out a lipstick from my bag and fixed my lips. I might have lost the battle, but I would not be underestimated. I stood up leisurely, went to the door, and unlocked it.
The moment the door opened, Delia rushed in, almost falling down.
Delia shot me a stern look as she said sharply, "You think you can afford it if I were to fall and lose the baby?”
"I merely opened the door. You’re the one who got too excited, Miss Owens. You can’t pin it on me even if you had actually fallen." I smiled as I faced Delia.
"Theo, look at her!" Since Delia could not get one over me, she started whining to Theo like a baby.
She stepped forward and grabbed Theo's arm while at the same looking at me proudly as if she were showing off.
I shrugged, paying her no need.
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