Ice-Cold Ceo, Crazy Love

Thomas felt this was the most miserable day of his life.

For some reason, Theresa suddenly started targeting him mercilessly.

With her gentle and virtuous demeanor, her soft–spoken words would inevitably lead to him getting a beating from

his mother.

At the dinner table.

Theresa said softly, “Mrs. Smith, your cooking is really delicious.”

Mrs. Smith immediately brightened up, constantly serving Theresa more food, “Good child, if you like it, eat more.”

“I’d better not,” Theresa said, glancing at Thomas with a slight sense of grievance. “Mr. Smith mentioned he doesn’t like girls who are chubby. He even said something about a ‘good woman never weighing over a hundred pounds.” I should control my diet.”

Thomas was stunned.

He looked at Theresa in disbelief. “When did I say that!”

“Shut your mouth!” Mrs. Smith roared at him.

Thomas was almost in tears. “Mom, I really never said that.”

“You never said it? Would Theresa lie?” Mrs. Smith’s gaze was like daggers aimed at Thomas.

“It’s her who’s lying, Thomas said, feeling utterly wronged.

Theresa quickly added, “Mrs. Smith, Mr. Smith is right, I lied. He really never said that. Truly.”

‘Theresa, you’re just too kind,” Mrs. Smith said, looking at her sympathetically. “My son is good for nothing. You must be feeling wronged. Don’t listen to his nonsense. Girls are supposed to be a bit plump to look good. Here, eat

more.”

Theresa stared at Mrs. Smith blankly, and the next moment, tears started rolling down her cheeks.

Thomas looked at Theresa in a mix of horror and confusion.

What was she planning now?

Mrs. Smith, however, was suddenly filled with compassion. “Theresa, what’s wrong?”

Theresa, tears streaming down her face, said, “Mrs. Smith, besides my parents, no one has ever been so kind to

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me.”

Hearing this, Mrs. Smith felt a warmth in her heart. “Theresa. From now on, you should come here often, and I will cook delicious meals for you.”

Theresa wiped her tears and softly said, “Mrs. Smith, I’m afraid I can’t come here anymore.”

“Why not?” Mrs. Smith asked, puzzled.

Theresa glanced at Thomas with a look of hurt. “Mr. Smith doesn’t like me. My coming here would only bother

him.”

“He wouldn’t dare.” Mrs. Smith frowned at Thomas.

Before Thomas could say anything, Theresa continued. “Mrs. Smith, liking someone is a matter of the heart. You shouldn’t trouble Mr. Smith about this. I understand his intentions after these two dates.” Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

“Theresa! Tell me the truth, did he make you feel wronged during these dates?” Mrs. Smith asked urgently.

“It’s not exactly a grievance,” Theresa said softly. Just some small matters.”

“Yes, just small matters.” Thomas quickly agreed, his heart pounding with apprehension.

Mrs. Smith gave him a cold look and then turned to Theresa. “Theresa, tell me everything. If he really bullied you, I’ll

teach him a lesson.”

“It’s really nothing.”

Theresa insisted, but Mrs. Smith was determined to get to the bottom of it.

Theresa, unable to hold back, finally said, “Actually, it’s nothing much. It’s just that during our first date, Mr. Smith brought another girl with him. I think her name was Monica? Monica seemed quite hostile

towards me, constantly claiming that she and Mr. Smith were childhood friends and saying I wasn’t a good match for Mr. Smith.”

“What!” Mrs. Smith couldn’t help but slam the table, angrily looking at Thomas. “You actually took Monica with you?”

Thomas shrank a little and said weakly, “Mom, I just happened to meet Monica, so we decided to have a meal together.”

Mrs. Smith gave him a cold glance, then turned to Theresa with kindness in her eyes, “Theresa, you must feel wronged! But don’t listen to Monica’s nonsense. Although she and our Thomas grew up together, they definitely haven’t developed any romantic feelings.”

Theresa responded softly. “Mrs. Smith, I trust you wouldn’t lie to me. But even without Monica, Mr. Smith probably never considered developing anything with me.”

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“Why is that?” Mrs. Smith was surprised.

Theresa’s eyes lowered as she spoke softly, “On our second date, Mr. Smith brought another friend. He said he wasn’t interested in romance and brought someone to take his place in the date.”

Her voice choked up towards the end.

Theresa trembled as she raised her head. “Mrs. Smith, although I haven’t had a boyfriend in my twenty–something years, it’s because I’ve been focusing on my studies and haven’t had the chance to meet men. It’s not because nobody wants me. If Mr. Smith doesn’t like me, he could have just said so. There was no need to bring someone else to replace him.”

Seeing Theresa’s red–rimmed eyes, Mrs. Smith felt heartbroken.

She looked coldly at Thomas and asked expressionlessly, “Did you really do that?”

Thomas coughed. “Actually, I didn’t mean any harm…”

‘Thomas!” Mrs. Smith slammed the table again.

Thomas shrank back, not daring to speak.

‘Mrs. Smith, this dinner invitation was your idea, right? Theresa sniffled. “I know you mean well. But Mr. Smith clearly doesn’t like me, and I really… really can’t face coming here again. Thank you for your hospitality… I should go now.” Saying this, Theresa, with teary eyes, walked away.

‘Theresa…” Mrs. Smith called after her but to no avail, her expression turning grim as she looked at Thomas.

Thomas quickly stood up. “I’ll go and see her off.”

He rushed out and grabbed Theresa’s arm.

“What are you doing?” Theresa looked at him expressionlessly, showing none of the vulnerability she had inside.

Thomas was astonished. “Your acting skills are quite impressive.”

“Thanks for the compliment. I plan to enter the entertainment industry and have been taking acting lessons recently. Seems like it’s paying off,” Theresa said flatly.

“Really? You, in the entertainment industry?” Thomas scoffed, thinking Theresa was just bluffing.

“Don’t believe me? Fine,” Theresa turned to leave.

“Wait, I believe you!” Thomas grabbed her arm again, trying to appease her. “Theresa, I was wrong about the last two times. Let’s just let bygones be bygones, alright?”

Theresa smiled. “Let bygones be bygones? In your dreams.”

Thomas became desperate. “Isn’t this a bit much? What grudge do we have that you need to torment me like this? Are all women so mean?”

Theresa glanced at him and coldly said, “Yes, women are mean, you got that right.”

Before Thomas could respond, Theresa suddenly burst into loud sobs. “Mr. Smith, I understand now. I won’t say such things again. It was all my fault, I know I was wrong.”

Thomas was bewildered.

Before he could grasp the situation, Theresa had already run off crying.

Turning around, he saw Mrs. Smith standing with a stick, her face expressionless.

Thomas was speechless.

He felt a wave of panic.