With a sudden move, Theodore grabbed her wrist. "Don't go."For some reason, he suddenly felt incredibly insecure and desperately wanted her to stay. Despite his usual stubbornness, at this moment, he seemed as helpless as a child.Pain could drive people mad, and it could also make them vulnerable. Sometimes, the pain in the heart was worse than any physical wound.Rosalie looked down at his hand, which was trembling even as it held her wrist. He was clearly in a lot of pain; there was no way he could fake this. His face was pale, and beads of sweat dotted his forehead."I'll take you to the hospital now," she said gently. "I'll drive you there, okay?"Her voice was soothing, as if she were comforting him."I don't want to go to the hospital," Theodore said, looking up at her with dark, bottomless eyes. "The doctor prescribed this medicine. I'll be fine in a few days. There's no need to go to the hospital."Rosalie sat on the edge of the bed. "Then lie down and don't move aroun
"I..."Rosalie suddenly realized how skillfully this man could twist words, and it left her speechless. It wasn’t so much that he twisted words, but more that she hadn't been careful with hers. She had told him to let her know if it hurt. If only she hadn't said that!She hadn't expected Theodore to cry out in pain at every moment, like a child."Just bear with it a little. I have to wrap the gauze properly, or your wound will be exposed and that's not safe."Rosalie sat behind him, carefully wrapping the gauze around his torso. Her breath brushed his ear, close and then far, as she moved. When she reached his chest, she leaned forward to wrap the gauze from her left hand to her right. Theodore suddenly turned his head, his lips brushing against her nose.Rosalie froze, an electric jolt passing through her nose. Theodore nonchalantly turned his head back, as if nothing had happened. She snapped back to reality, realizing her heart had skipped a beat.The mere touch of this ma
Theodore stared at Rosalie with a calm but expectant look. "Tell me again, and I'll believe you." Rosalie was silent for a long time, feeling a rush of indescribable complexity. She sighed, and said, "Yes, he and I are just friends."Theodore seemed to breathe a long sigh of relief, his expression betraying his emotions. They were already divorced; Rosalie had no reason to lie to him. However, thinking about their divorce was a stab to his heart.What was the point of believing she and Sebastian were just friends now? Even if he had believed her earlier, it wouldn't change the fact that they had divorced.Rosalie looked at him suspiciously. Maybe it was her imagination, but she thought she saw both relief and sadness on Theodore's face. It was absurd—he was the one who divorced her to marry another woman.Perhaps because he was too relaxed, Theodore almost forgot about the pain in his back and instinctively leaned back.Rosalie saw what was happening and rushed over, "Don'
Sometimes, life was full of unexpected twists and turns. Rosalie and Theodore's relationship was like a rollercoaster, full of ups and downs both before and after their divorce. She didn't understand whether their relationship was something that could never be cut off and resolved, or if it was an entanglement destined in their fate.Lying in his arms, Rosalie felt a whirlwind of emotions. She lifted her hand again to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Theodore's heavy breathing gradually calmed down as he lowered his head, greedily inhaling the familiar, comforting scent of the woman in his arms. What was once easily accessible had now become a luxury. This might be his last chance to indulge in this feeling.Slowly, Theodore released her. Rosalie felt his arms loosen, and gave a resigned smile as she tried to get up. “I... Ah!” she cried out as her foot slipped, causing her to tumble back into his arms.Theodore tried to catch her, but it was too late. She fell face-first, he
"It's not what you think! Yes, the tissue is wet, but it's just sweat. If you don't believe me, feel it!" Rosalie stepped forward, holding out the soaked tissue.Theodore sighed and shook his head, rubbing his aching forehead."Stay back," Wesley said, pulling Sydney behind him protectively. The couple looked at Rosalie as if she were a wild animal. "You two can handle your private matters on your own. We're leaving.""No, really, we didn't do anything!" Rosalie insisted, hurrying after them. "Touch it, you'll see. It's just water! It's not sticky at all. If you don't believe me, check Theodore's pants. They're still on."Theodore groaned internally, wishing he could disappear or dig a hole to hide in.Hearing the word "sticky," Wesley and Sydney quickened their pace, practically running away.As Rosalie continued to chase after them, Theodore called out, "Rose."She stopped and turned, "What?""Let it go. Let them think what they want."Rosalie frowned. "But they misunderstoo
Wesley withdrew his hand awkwardly. Seeing Rosalie nearby, he gave her a resigned smile and stepped away from Sydney.Rosalie approached them. "Hello, Mr. Spencer, Mrs. Spencer."Sydney frowned, setting down her teacup. "Why are you calling us that? It's only been a few days, and you don't recognize us anymore?"Rosalie forced herself to smile. "Theo and I are divorced now, so..."At the mention of their divorce, Wesley and Sydney exchanged glances. They didn't seem particularly surprised, as if they already knew."I heard about it from Mom," Sydney said calmly. "But even after the divorce, you still call her 'Grandma.' Why don't you call us Mom and Dad anymore? Are you playing favorites?""Huh? I..." Rosalie was taken aback. Sydney seemed upset, and Rosalie hurried to explain, "I didn’t mean to, I just..."She had never heard this perspective before. Usually, people talked about parents or in-laws playing favorites, not the daughter-in-law."That’s enough, Sydney. Don't scare
"Theo and I are indeed living separately. I don't live here anymore. I just came by to pick up some things and check on him," Rosalie explained.Sydney raised an eyebrow. "Really? You came to check on him, and conveniently left the door open while getting all cozy?"Rosalie blushed. "It's not what it looked like. I...""Enough, no more explanations," Sydney interrupted. "Whatever the case, you two looked pretty intimate. If you're so reluctant to part, why did you get divorced in the first place?""I..."Sydney's tone was aggressive, and Rosalie struggled to respond kindly."Why aren't you saying anything? Or do you enjoy the thrill of being divorced, free to play around outside while still getting close to Theo?" she went on.Her words were dripping with sarcasm.Rosalie felt a pang of discomfort. She furrowed her brow slightly, trying to stay calm and polite. "That's not my intention. I don't know why you think that way, but my conscience is clear," she said.She had only
Rosalie clenched her fists. "I have no intention of ruining your relationship with Theo. Why would I do that? I don't know what's wrong with you today—if you're in a bad mood, or someone has upset you—but I haven't done anything wrong. I don't think you should be treating me like this," she said firmly."So you're saying it's my fault?" Sydney stood up, her high heels clicking sharply as she walked over to Rosalie. Sydney was already taller, and in her ten-centimeter heels, she towered over Rosalie. Looking down, she said coldly, "Now that you're divorced, you think you don't have to respect me as your mother-in-law anymore?"Rosalie bit her lip and looked up, meeting her gaze head-on, not backing down. "I never thought that. Please speak to me properly.""Speak properly?" Sydney scoffed. "Are you telling me how to talk? It seems your grandmother has spoiled you too much. You don't know your place. Today, I need to teach you a lesson!"As Sydney raised her hand, Rosalie was s