The Villainess Married The Evil CEO-Chapter 104: You Don’t Trust Him?

This time, for the session, Abigail couldn’t really go there. So they had to resort to an online Zoom meeting session. Thus, when she removed her mask, clicked the link on her laptop, and attached her headphones, she first noticed Owen already sitting on his seat while typing something on his laptop.

His amber eyes stared at the screen as he looked dashing in his formal black outfit. His glasses weren’t on his eyes at the moment as he picked them up from the table and wore them elegantly. Then he resumed typing.

Abigail’s heart thumped in her chest. This doctor sure resembled her own doctor in her world a lot. Ah, why did he have to look like that guy back in her own world?! She was a married woman! How could she have a crush on three people together?!

And worse, if she ended up falling for Owen too along with others, she wouldn’t even know whom to talk to at the moment!

No, focus! You need to keep your heart safe and sound. Don’t let it get attracted by handsome bees and birds!

She took a few deep breaths and said, "Hello doctor."

Of course, she wanted to hide the fact that she found Owen attractive, but he was a psychiatrist, after all. How could he not figure it out?

He merely looked at her blushing face and ignored it. Many women would blush to see him. That was nothing new.

So he asked, "So, can you tell me how and when your mood swings started and how often would you get them?" He paused and said, "You can start slowly."

"Well." Abigail pursed her lips as she thought of her childhood days. She wasn’t always a patient at the asylum. She used to stay at home, being taken care of by the butler.

Her mother was never around, and she had also heard that she was fed from the bottle, not from her mother’s breasts.

Honestly, she wasn’t this naive and moody. As a child, she was extremely obedient, seeking her mother’s attention at every step of her life. Too bad, Chloe would always ignore her for the better part of her life.

Thus, when Abigail reached her rebellious phase, she started having a terrible temper because there was no one to scold her. Honestly, even Abigail didn’t remember how her moodiness started.

She had everything, money, and power because of her mother’s status in society, and even maids around her to do her will at her call. Everything, but she wasn’t happy.

She didn’t have even a single trace of love in her life.

That made her irritable since her childhood days. Back then, she would even wonder if she was so unlikable that even her mother never glanced at her. Thus, when she was offended one day in her school, she directly bombarded her pent-up anger and beat up the boy so terribly that the kid ended up in the ICU.

Of course, Chloe did return only to throw Abigail into a mental asylum where she was painted a bipolar patient.

Thinking about her past, Abigail became a little sad. Was it her fault that she was bipolar? No. She didn’t choose this kind of life. She didn’t choose to be so moody that she could destroy anything or beat up anyone in a fit of anger.

Abigail’s eyes teared up a bit as she sniffed and whispered, "I... I don’t like my mom."

"It’s okay. You don’t have to share it right now." Owen didn’t have to be told that this young lady’s condition was merely because of her mother’s ignorance. Such people shouldn’t become parents in the first place if they can’t handle the responsibility of a child.

Certainly, such women made him feel sick.

He took a deep breath as a trace of sympathy birthed in his heart, saying, "Well, we won’t talk about it anymore. Why don’t you tell me how often your mania phase goes on? What kind of mess do you end up creating in those days?"

Abigail looked at the other’s calm and composed face, especially those amber eyes that stared straight into her eyes, making her heart jump. She averted her eyes as all the traces of sadness that had been built up in her heart vanished without a trace.

She blushed as she coughed and said, "Well, when I’m in this mania phase and someone offends me, I usually end up getting angry despite my situation. It’s like... I can’t control my emotions and go with the flow, worse, I even end up destroying things." She paused as she remembered how she destroyed Nicholas’s garden twice and said, "I destroyed a garden twice and a lobby once. So..."

Owen quickly realized that her condition seemed to be on the worst side. He quickly typed something on his laptop and said, "I’m pleased to see that you have enough self-awareness of your own condition. What about when you’re productive these days? What do you do?"

"Well, I finish things way too quickly without getting tired?" Abigail tilted her head as she thought of her auditions today and said, "Just today, I hadn’t prepared anything at all, but in the end, I finished studying the script in ten minutes and even gave my best. I think I did pretty well."

"Okay." Owen wrote a few more things and stared calmly at the screen, flashing a smile, "So what does your husband say about it?"

Abigail pouted and crossed her arms on her chest, saying, "Hmph! What else will he say?! He doesn’t even know about this! How can he know about my situation?"

"You don’t trust him?" Owen recorded this too in his document.

Abigail shook her head and pursed her lips. "I don’t feel like trusting anyone just yet."

It was merely because she had transmigrated. What if she leaves this place and ends up in her own home without Nicholas?

No, she can’t take that kind of risk with her heart.

As if sensing her emotions, Owen nodded and asked, "How often does your depressive phase last?"

"Ever since I came here, I only got depressed once, which is maybe a week or two maybe?" Abigail frowned. "I don’t have a clue how much time has passed."

Owen’s brows furrowed.

What the heck did she mean by saying ’ever since I came here?’

Was it merely a slip of the tongue or did she really travel before marrying Nicholas?

Thus, he asked her indirectly because he didn’t want her to sense that he was suspicious of her identity, "Okay, now let’s talk about something else. Do you go out with your friends? For example, traveling or vblogging?"

Abigail shook her head, completely unaware of her slip of the tongue. "No. I like staying at home." She had set this kind of setting for her character, similar to hers. So she spoke it out loud not realizing that the original villain’s characteristics had long changed behind her back.

Owen nodded. His face still looked calm and composed, but in his heart, he had realized something was wrong because the Abigail he knew liked going out with her friends and traveled through the major part of her life.

He leaned back and smiled at Abigail, saying, "Alright. I’ll email you the prescriptions. We are done for now."