He deliberately emphasized the word 'disabled', adding a flirtatious undertone to it.
Then, he leaned closer to her in an overbearing manner.
Feeling uncomfortable, Noelle moved to the side. After a moment of doubt, she believed him.
After all, not everyone could enter Theodore's villa.
"I don't think it's appropriate to say that about your cousin." She figured Theodore must have had a hard time due to the fact that even his own cousin bad-mouthed him.
Suddenly, Noelle felt a sense of empathy for him.
Although the Miller family was wealthy, Theodore must have suffered a lot under his conditions for all these years.
There was a flash of surprise in Theodore's eyes. Never did he expect that this ugly woman would say such a thing.
He couldn't help scrutinizing her again.
Her hair was disheveled, and she was wearing a shabby cotton-padded jacket and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. Her fringe was so thick that it almost covered her eyes. Also, she had a dull and uneven skin tone, not to mention some freckles on her face. Her appearance totally turned him off.
There was no doubt that this ugly woman was not his fiancée who was rumored to be a gorgeous lady.
However, his family did not care about his wife's appearance at all. All they cared was her ability to reproduce. Therefore, even if it was a different person from the intended one, they would not look into it.
Theodore's eyes flashed. Without warning, he reached out and pushed Noelle onto the bed. His tone was full of contempt and malice as he said, "There's no one else here, so you don't have to put on an act. I'll just take it as a good deed and satisfy you."
Then, he held his hand out.
"Slap!"
Using all her might, Noelle slapped him on the face. "Not everyone has such a filthy mind like you! Get out of here before your cousin arrives. I'll pretend nothing has happened."
Although she had tried her best to remain her composure, her trembling hands betrayed her.
On her way to Miller Villa, she had been imagining how ugly Theodore would be. Never did she expect that she would encounter such a thing.
Theodore's face darkened, emanating a bone-chilling aura. "You are the first woman who ever laid a hand on me."
During the struggle, Noelle's glasses had fallen off, revealing her clear bright eyes. Her fluttering eyelashes showed her anxiety and fear.
Theodore paused for a moment. For some reason, his heart softened.
Then, he stood up, tidied his clothes, and threw her a cold glance. "Stay here and wait for that cripple then."
With that, the door was shut behind him with a bang.
Finally, Noelle's tense body relaxed.
......
Outside the door.
One of the bodyguards was stunned when he spotted the red mark on Theodore's face. "Young Master, your face..."
Theodore touched his face and said with a blank expression, "I was hit by the door."
What kind of door could leave five fingerprints on his face?
However, the bodyguard did not dare to ask further. He handed over a file folder to Theodore and said, "This is the personal information of Madam Noelle."
Theodore opened the file folder and saw the name labelled on it, Noelle Murphy.
He found it ironic that her name sounded so feminine when she had such a rough personality.
He couldn't help but feel that her birth mother was really something. She doted on her stepson and stepdaughter but was vicious toward her biological daughter.
After reading the next line, he frowned and asked the bodyguard, "Is she mentally slow?"
The bodyguard nodded.
"Look into it again," Theodore instructed with a poker face.
Obviously, Noelle had a well-organized thought process when she spoke.
What's more, it was not possible that a mentally slow person was able to rise up against him by giving him a slap in such a situation.
At the thought of that, his face darkened. Then, he threw the file at the bodyguard and said, "Don't come to me if you fail to get me some satisfactory information."