The Woman From Hell

Chapter 32

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Chapter 32

I left the courtyard and walked from the small path that I had just taken to the backyard. I did not expect

the scenery tob e even more enchanting back there. All I could see were beautiful green plants and

colorful flowers as if I was in a sea of flowers.

The owner of this house must be a richi and elegant person to maintain this garden so well-kept and

beautiful.

I walked along the tree-lined path and took in a breath of fresh air. I remediately felt much better.

At that moment, a two to three-year-old looking girl ran past me. She was running around in a white satin

dress.

Suddenly, she slipped and was about to fall. Beside her was a fully bloomed rose covered in thorns.

I rushed forward and lifted the child. Fortunately, I was fast enough so her body did not come into contact

with the thorns.

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The little girl was frightened and cried out loud.

At this moment, a handsome man in his thirties ran up to me and hugged the child to comfort him. He

said, “Thank you so much for what you did just now.”

“You are welcome. She is very cute. Is this your child?” Looking at the child’s pink face, my heart melted.

In the future, I hope my child will also be this obedient!

“Yes, especially naughty, like a boy.” The little girl had stopped crying and was struggling in the man’s

arms. The man placed her back on the ground with some affection and whispered, “You are not allowed

to run anymore. You will get hurt i f you fall.”

The little girl came to me and pulled on the corner of my clothes. She revealed a cute smile and said

crisply, “Auntie, let’s g o over there and play.”

She was just too cute. I could not help but run after her, but I was stopped by that man. “You are

pregnant, and she is naughty. Do not let her.”

I was stunned. How could the man tell?

“I have studied medicine before. From your complexion, I can tell that you are pregnant. It should be

almost two months now, right?” Seeing my confusion, the man smiled and explained.

I was shocked once again. Even a trained doctor, who did not check my pulse or consult me, could

guess the duration of m y pregnancy just by looking at my face. He was even better than Mason. I could

not help but admire the wonders of medicine.

I changed the topic. “Does this garden belong to you? These plants and flowers are special. The man

looked majestic, which complemented the courtyard.

The man smiled and said, “My father usually takes care of them. To be precise, they are all medicinal

plants. There are thousands of herbs and ingredients here.”

No wonder I had a feeling these flowers and plants were unique. I felt like I had never seen them before.

herbs planted here are not good for the fetus.” The man carried the child and walked towards the

backyard,

I turned around and returned to the pavilion in the front yard. After a while, Theo came out. He saw me

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squatting by the pavilion while looking at the fish in the pond. He said, “Beware of falling.”

I was fine at first, but when he suddenly spoke, I panicked. My hand that Wis holding onto the edge of

the pailim slipped. I almostulunget into the pond, but Theo reaced quickly and pulled me up.

“Are you a pig? You are so stupid” to frowned, cursing as he looked a my hand.

Feeling awkward, I pulled back my hand and resentfully said, “I was careless.”

He did not say any word further as he pulled me toward the courtyard.

I let him pull me, and I asked curiously,” This is the medicine garden and also a place to eat. Do you

serve medicinal

particular about nourishing their health. I n the past few years, medicinal cuisine was highly sought after

by everyone.

“Mm!” He did not want me to talk to him, so I tactfully kept quiet.

Soon, we returned to the room we were in before. President John smiled and said, Today, we are

basking in President Grant’s luck. I heard that Mr. Hendrick had personally cooked soup for us.”

“Who is Mr. Hendrick?” I asked curiously. Are chefs not usually refer to themselves b y the title of

‘Master’?

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