Chapter 201

While messing around, we barely prepared the ingredients for the lasagna.

Theo rolled out the lasagne sheets while I stacked the sheets and meat. Soon, the lasagna for three

was almost done.

After the lasagna was placed into the oven for quite a while, Theo's phone rang. He looked at it and

said, "I'm going to take this call. I'll be right back. When it's done, you can go ahead and eat it first.”

As I looked at the cheese bubbling on the lasagna, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

If he had to go elsewhere to take the call, the only person who could be calling him was Cindy.

I could not help but gaze at the courtyard, only to see him leaning against the wall. He had one

hand in his pocket and a soft look on his face as he chatted happily.

I felt even more uncomfortable. I could not control my emotions any longer. I reached out and

knocked over the portion of lasagna that I had taken out of the oven onto the floor. The lasagna

splattered all over the floor and made a loud noise.

I did it on purpose but I did not understand why I did

something so extreme.

Since it was loud, it shocked everyone. Miss Woods was close by and was the first to run over.

When she looked at the mess, she asked worriedly, "Did you hurt yourself?"

At the same time, Theo came running in and wrapped his arms around me. He grabbed my hands

and made sure they were okay. "Did you get hurt?"

"No." I drew back my hands and looked at the lasagna lying on the floor. I suddenly felt that

everything was meaningless as I turned around and went upstairs.

"Young Master, you should take Young Mistress to the hospital. I think that she's been emotionally

unstable lately. Do you think that she might have gotten sick?" Behind him came Miss Woods'

lowered voice.

I froze. It was true that it had been increasingly harder to control my emotions recently.

Back in my bedroom, I closed the door and lay down o n the bed. I felt bad and did not understand

what was going on with me. In the past, Theo had treated me worse but I could always put up with

it, so why was I acting this way now?

The uneasiness I was feeling made me panic, and I suddenly wanted to talk to someone. I took out

my phone and sent a message to Cecilia. [Are you okay over there?]

It was laughable that I could not even tell her directly that I just wanted to talk.

Soon, Cecilia messaged me back. [Mm-hmm. The air here feels spectacular and the view is

amazing. I've been eating local fruits and it's mango season, so they taste especially good. I'll send

some mangoes to you to try.]

I could see that Cecilia was very happy over there.

I was infected by her happiness and felt a lot more relaxed. I sent her back a reply. [How's your

appetite? I s your food staying down or are you getting morning sickness?]

[My appetite has also been exceptionally good. I feel s o at home in this place. I also learned a few

recipes that my landlady taught me. I've planted vegetables in the garden. You can eat them when

you visit next time! I'll cook them for you and I guarantee the food will amaze you!]

I was envious of how carefree Cecilia was and gently typed out a message. [I'm glad you're happy.]

Just as I was about to put the phone down, I got a call from Cecilia.

The moment I answered her call, her worried voice sounded. "Wanda, you don't seem right. Have

you not made up with Theo yet?"

My nose felt sore. I could not believe she actually sensed it. It was no wonder she was my best

friend. After being silent for a long time, I finally said," Cecilia, I seem to have changed. I've become

a bit unreasonable."

I knew that Theo had changed a lot, but I was becoming more and more impatient with him. It got s

o bad that whenever I saw them talking on the phone, I would get annoyed and lose control of

myself.

I disliked how I was acting but I could not do anything about it.

"Is it about Theo? Don't think too much about it. It's probably because you're pregnant and

becoming more sensitive." She comforted me.

"I don't know. I feel like I'm trapped in a huge net and the more I struggle, the more trapped I feel. It

feels like I can't breathe and I feel so tormented that I wish I could just slap myself."

"Wanda, you’re pregnant, so you mustn’t get too emotional about things. You need to keep your

emotions in check. How about this? I'll ask Jerome to g o back. Since he understands your

situation, he should be able to help you."

"Okay," I replied. There was no one else more suited to deal with this than Jerome.

Jerome was my coursemate in university, and because he had the same last name as Cecilia, the

three of us were really good friends.

After we graduated, he went abroad to study psychology. Since I was an introvert, I had not been in

contact with him for a long time. After my marriage, I started keeping to myself a lot more but Cecilia

had always been in contact with him.

The bedroom door opened and Theo walked in with a plate.