Chapter 367

Theo refused to let go of me, and I pinched the bridge o f my nose tiredly. "Theo, can't you tell that

I'm resisting you?"

I felt the man’s body stiffen visibly.

"I know," Theo replied in a voice so hoarse it was sexy. "I will get the best psychiatrist to treat you."

Jerome was an excellent psychiatrist. During my consultation, he had told me that the key to curing

this illness was the way Theo would assist me in my healing process. After all, psychological

problems should be treated with psychological methods.

However, Theo was like poison to me now. He would never be able to cure me anymore.

"But if I react to other men, does that mean the problem doesn't lie within me?" I curled the corner of

my lips slightly upwards into an evil smile. "Should I conduct an experiment involving other men?"

"You wouldn't dare!" Theo immediately flew into a rage.

I laughed coldly. "I'll conduct my experiments with other men if you dare to find me a psychiatrist.

After all, we have to conduct experiments to cure my illness."

Theo let go of me and sat up in bed, an unhappy expression on his face as he said, "Wanda, can

you stop being so headstrong? I'm doing this for your good.”

"For my good?" I snickered as I said, "I think it's more for your good."

"You!"

Perhaps I looked like an unreasonable woman in Theo's eyes now, but I did not care how he viewed

me. In the past, I would have condemned myself and forced myself to tolerate a lot of things just so

he would love me, but I would not do that any longer.

Getting out of bed, I said in a cold voice, "President Grant, don't you think you should examine if

there’s anything wrong with you if I don’t have any reaction toward you?

"Maybe the problem lies within you?” I continued fearlessly. When I finished speaking, I picked up

the pajamas on the floor and put them on as I walked toward the bedroom door.

The sound of Theo's furious roars rang out from the room after I left.

Not only was it an extremely intolerable thing for a man to be questioned in such areas, but it was

also something extremely humiliating.

President Grant had a lot of self-esteem, so I was not worried that his pride would be hurt as I

walked down

the stairs without a care in the world.

I was a little shocked to see Mason standing by the mansion's door when I walked downstairs.

He was just as surprised to see me as I was to see him. It looked like he had not expected to meet

me here.

We walked towards each other, and he was the first to speak as we got closer. "Finally come to your

senses?”

I curled my lips upwards and smiled. "Was there anything else I could do besides coming to my

senses?"

"Let's hope so," Mason replied in a meaningful tone.

No one wanted to talk about unhappy things, so Mason switched to small talk as he walked into the

living room and sat on the couch.

I had not eaten anything during dinner, and Miss Woods had noticed that. She hurried off to make a

warm bowl of chicken mull when she saw that I was downstairs. "Young Mistress, you did not have

anything during dinner, and you're probably hungry now. Have a bowl of chicken mull as an

appetizer to tide you over while I prepare you supper."

"There’s no need to go to all that trouble, Miss Woods. I'm not hungry." It was true, I did not have

much of an appetite.

"Do you think you can listen to my instructions?" Mason spoke before Miss Woods got the chance

to do s o. "If you can, you should go and have something to

eat. You’re scarily thin now."

"Yes, Young Mistress. At least have something to drink,” Miss Woods hurriedly added.

I pursed my lips and nodded as I said, "Well... alright."

I could not bring myself to refuse the care other people showed me.

"You refuse to acknowledge any of the care I show you, but you’re so receptive when other people

express their concern for you." Theo's voice rang out behind m e.

When I turned around and saw the gloomy look on his face, I pursed my lips together noiselessly.

Mason looked at me and then at Theo, the curve of his lips visibly drooping downwards.