Theodore wasn’t against the idea of sleeping in the same room after the divorce.“No need. You can sleep on the bed, and I’ll take the couch.” Rosalie gently pulled her hand away from him. “I’ll go take a shower. Go ahead and sleep first.”She turned to leave the room without waiting for Theodore’s response.Theodore dropped his arm and sighed as he looked at her retreating figure.After she left, he lifted his hand and pressed it against his chest, where he felt great discomfort.-When Rosalie packed her things and left this place, she didn’t take all her belongings. She had left some of her things here, to make things convenient for her whenever she decided to stay the night.After taking a shower, she went back to Theodore’s room. There, she found fresh sheets laid out on the couch.Rosalie turned to look at him, and asked doubtfully, “Did the servants come in to do this?”“Yes,” Theodore said as he laid on the bed stomach-down, nodding as he turned to look at her.In tru
She thought to herself, ‘It’s okay, Rosalie. You’re just in love with a man. You don’t have to be with him even though you love him. Isn’t it enough that he’s happy?’It was good enough for her. Despite the many unhappy things that happened in between, at the very least, they didn’t have a complete falling-out.As much as Theodore did many nasty things before, he was eventually punished by Grandma.It was tiring loving someone, but hating another was even more so. She wanted neither to love nor hate him.Suddenly, Rosalie’s phone pinged. She reached over to pick up her phone, and switched it to silent mode.It was a text from Sebastian.‘Are you asleep yet?’Rosalie replied, ‘Not yet, I just went to bed. What’s up?’Theodore opened his eyes to see Rosalie holding her phone, looking like chatting with someone. His eyes dimmed.Who could be texting her at such an hour?Sebastian texted, ‘Yvonne wants to add you on social media. She keeps asking me for your account.’Rosalie re
Sebastian replied, ‘Love is love. It’s different from kinship. Perhaps love at its later stage might have traces of kinship, but love will be primary. If love really can evolve into so-called kinship, then this love wasn’t pure enough to begin with.’Rosalie looked at Sebastian’s cold words on the screen. A chill pierced through her heart.Theodore had always treated her as his sister, and felt only kinship for her. He never loved her, and there wasn’t any evolution in his feelings for her.Sighing helplessly, Rosalie replied, ‘Perhaps love might eventually evolve into kinship with time. No matter how pure, there is an expiry date to love. It is a feeling driven by hormones that will eventually be depleted.’Sebastian asked, ‘Do you not believe in love anymore?’Rosalie replied, ‘I don’t know. Whether I believe it or not, the world is filled with people with regrets, and many of these regrets are due to love. Perhaps not loving would reduce the troubles we bring to ourselves.’Se
Sebastian sent her a picture of a rose with the following text, ‘I think you’re that kind of adorable woman.’Rosalie’s smile faded as she stared at the text on her phone screen. The air went eerily silent. Her brows furrowed as uneasiness grew in her heart.She read through their entire conversation, and back at the final text Sebastian sent: ‘I think you’re that kind of adorable woman.’Rosalie bit her lip as fear flashed past her eyes.She anxiously typed, ‘You’re wrong, I’m not that kind of woman.’But then, she deleted it and typed, ‘You might be wrong about that.’She deleted that too, and typed, ‘I don’t think I am pure in heart. I’m quite a dull person, really.’However, she deleted that instead of sending it.What if she misunderstood him? What if she was reading too much into his words?Perhaps Sebastian was just making a passing remark and didn’t mean much. She was being too sensitive, and was making things way too complicated.Rosalie told herself not to overthink
Theodore stared at her quietly. His gaze was intense, as if he wanted to skin her alive. Rosalie felt very uncomfortable to be stared at like that. She pretended to be unbothered as she lay down on the sofa and put her phone aside. She closed her eyes, but still felt a pair of eyes boring into her. She opened her eyes, and found that Theodore was indeed staring at her. Feeling uneasy, she turned her back against him, but she could still feel his gaze searing into her back. A chill ran down her spine. She closed her eyes tightly, and suddenly sat up. Then, she whipped her head around and glared at Theodore. "Why are you staring at me?" she demanded. "Why aren't you chatting with him anymore?" Theodore asked coldly, his tone somewhat sullen. "Do you want me to keep chatting with him?" Rosalie rebuked. "Why are you asking me if you should chat with him? We're divorced, aren't we?" If one listened carefully, Theodore sounded quite jealous. "Who asked you?" Rosalie pout
Yvonne replied with a kissing emoji. Their brief chat ended for now. Rosalie looked up from her screen, and realized that Theodore was still staring at her. "You seemed to have enjoyed that conversation," he said calmly. Yet, if one listened closely, one would be able to tell he was implying something. Rosalie nodded. "Yes, it was quite enjoyable." She put her phone aside. "What's the matter? Do you have a problem with it?" "No problem. As long as you're happy. It seems Sebastian knows how to make you smile," he said in a gloomy tone. "Oh, that wasn't Sebastian just now," Rosalie said. "It was another friend." "Another friend?" Theodore frowned instantly. "You have quite a lot of friends. You can’t stop chatting, can you? How many backups do you have?" He obviously thought that Yvonne was a man. Rosalie's eyes glinted slyly. Theodore was really clueless. She didn't correct him, but instead smiled and said, "I'm wealthy now, so isn't it normal for me to have a few ba
Seeing that he was still alive, Rosalie breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought you were dead," she said. "So you decided to mess with me?" he asked angrily. "I thought you were dead. You didn't make a sound," Rosalie repeated. "So you pressed on my wound?" "I thought you were dead. You didn't make a sound." "You..." "I thought you were dead. You didn't make a sound." Every single time, before he could speak, she would cut him off. Theodore was at a loss for words. Frowning, he said, "Why don't you just go to bed and don’t concern yourself if I'm making a sound or not? I need sleep too!" "I thought you were suffocating. Why did you bury your face in the pillow?" "Because I wanted to. Didn't you tell me to sleep on my stomach?" Theodore rebuked. "Only sulking children bury their faces in pillows," Rosalie pointed out, and she turned around to go back to the sofa to lie down. Theodore was rendered speechless. He felt very vexed, and was indeed sulking. If he had
"Why didn't you tell me you went?" Theodore asked. He wondered if, perhaps, that was the night Rosalie sought comfort from Sebastian. Thinking of Sebastian, his eyes grew cold again. Sebastian naturally became his enemy right from their first meeting, like there could be no two rulers in one town. "What's there to tell?" Rosalie was indifferent. "As soon as I saw how much you cared for Cynthia, I left." "Why didn't you go home? Why did you go to Sebastian instead?" Theodore pressed. Rosalie stayed silent. She didn’t tell him that it had rained heavily that night, and that she had collapsed in the rain in pain. She had also nearly met with an accident. Sebastian was the one who came all the way to visit her at the hospital. At that time, Theodore was by Cynthia's bedside, and didn’t leave for a second. She was very grateful to Sebastian for providing her comfort in her moments of despair. She didn’t see a need to let Theodore know all this; he would only see her as even more
The private investigator explained his plan. After hearing it, a light bulb lit up in Rosalie’s mind.“That’s a novel idea, but I’m just not sure if it’ll work.”“Whether it will or not, we should try it out first. But we must first contact the author and see if she agrees to it.”Rosalie pondered for a moment. “How about this? Text me the name of the novel and I’ll check it out.”During dinner, Rosalie kept hemming and hawing, as if she had something to say to Justin but felt embarrassed about it.Justin could sense something wrong with her and asked, “What’s the matter? Do you have something to tell me?”Rosalie pondered for a moment before saying, “I do have something to tell you, but I’m rather embarrassed to say it.”Justin put his fork down, the look on his face turning solemn. “It’s fine, just speak your mind. If you want me to leave, I’ll go right now…”“I’m not asking you to leave,” Rosalie hurriedly clarified, for fear that he might misunderstand. “I wanted to ask if
Time passed quickly and two weeks went by in a flash.Rosalie had been having psychological problems and was cooperating with the doctors in her treatment. She wasn’t on medication. Her first doctor had wanted to prescribe her medicine, but she sought a second opinion with another doctor.Her condition wasn’t so severe as to warrant medication. Medication for psychological issues often had strong side effects. She found doctors whose first resort was to just prescribe medicine without regard for anything else quacks.Thankfully, she found herself another female doctor whom she thought was much better. Instead of prescribing her medicine, the female doctor counseled her and told her that her condition wasn’t so severe that it required medication. She was suffering from mild depression and anxiety which was not that severe.Back at home, Rosalie had Justin’s company, which served as emotional support that made her feel much better.“Rose, I’ve changed the baby’s diaper and fed him
Angie said justly, “I just want to scold someone. It’s my right. Life sucks, can’t I even go crazy online?”“Since you can scold others, others can scold you back too. And stop telling me about these things, I’m not interested at all. This thing with Rebecca is troubling me enough, so can you please get your priorities straight? Why are you acting like nothing has happened?”Aurora was beyond frustrated. Angie was still occupied with her stupid novels when something so major had happened. Only fools take those novels that dumb authors write as reality.Angie was a fool indeed, unable to discern what was truly important and distinguish between reality and fiction.Since birds of a feather flock together, those who mixed with Angie and made the same comments as her were all crazy and indecent people!Such people looked at the world through filthy lenses and saw filth in everything. They despised the story they were obsessed with following, and clearly had a problem.Aurora wished A
Aurora was already frustrated to begin with, and was rudely awakened by Angie. She didn’t have the energy to bother herself with Angie’s petty affairs online, so she just took a careless glance.She didn’t expect someone as disgusting as Angie to have people speaking up for her. All of them were blind fools, trying to act like virtuous and chaste women.Birds of a feather flock together indeed. Disgusting people attract other disgusting people and they like to gather and speak filth. Normal people wouldn’t bother with them at all.The comments were all obscene and filled with vulgarities hurled at the author.Many comments were about the author having a mental problem, claiming that only those with a promiscuous private life are capable of writing a story like this.In truth, only foolish and vile people like them were capable of making such crass and filthy comments. Did these foul-mouthed women wear chastity belts or purity rings?Most women who liked going around insulting oth
Night fell.Aurora and Angie were finishing up their dinner.Aurora didn’t have much appetite, but Angie ate quite a lot. Her stomach bulged out as she lounged on the couch, scrolling through her phone and not bothering to help with washing up.Aurora shook her head helplessly as she stacked all the dirty plates up and washed them at the sink.“Angie, I’m going back to my room. Have a good rest.”“Got it,” Angie said without even looking up, engrossed in the novel she was reading.Aurora returned to her room and pulled out her phone. She couldn’t stop herself from texting Theodore. [Theo, what are you doing now? How’re you doing?]A few minutes later, Theodore replied, [I’m doing quite well. What about you? If you need any help, feel free to reach out.][I know, Theo.] Aurora wanted to say more, but she was worried about disturbing and annoying him, so she simply replied with an emoji.Ten minutes later, Theodore texted her back. [Aurora, what I told you at Grandma’s previou
That afternoon, Yerick had lunch with Wesley.Wesley was in a sullen mood, looking troubled. He didn’t eat much. He kept sighing, a morose look on his face.“Godfather, I know you just got a divorce and you’re feeling bad about it, but time heals all wounds. I know many young and beautiful ladies who adore older men like you. I can introduce them to you.”Yerick tried to comfort him as best as he could with a bright smile.“No, thank you. I’m getting old and am certainly not a good match for those young and beautiful ladies you’re talking about,” Wesley said with a bitter smile.He seriously wasn’t in the mood to begin a new relationship right now.He had committed so many mistakes in his relationship in the early part of his life. He really shouldn’t hurt another woman like that again.“Godfather, don’t say that. You’re not old. You’re middle-aged, and handsome and mature to boot. Many young ladies like your type and feel secure with men like you. Don’t think so lowly of yourse
Sydney turned her head and said, “Mr. Jackson, we’d better not see each other again from now on. Just drop me off ahead and let’s say goodbye.”The smile on Christopher’s face faded. “What are you talking about?”“I mean, let’s break up and not see each other again. Just because I’m divorcing Wesley, doesn’t mean I’ll be with you.”Christopher’s face froze. “What do you mean by that?”“Exactly what I said.”“Sydney, I like you, but it doesn’t mean you can challenge me.”“Challenge you?” Sydney chuckled. “I almost forgot, you’re the high and mighty Mr. Jackson. How could you allow yourself to be dumped by a woman? How about this, why don’t you dump me instead and kick me out of the car?”Christopher remained silent, but the look on his face was stormy.Sydney immediately instructed the driver to stop. However, the driver didn’t dare to do so without Christopher’s explicit order.Christopher suppressed the anger in him and raised the divider between them and the driver at the fr
Aurora took Angie to the hospital, where the doctor carefully examined her.As Aurora had expected, since Angie's private life was in chaos, she had several infections.Worried that she might have been infected from sleeping in the same bed as her, Aurora decided to be examined as well. Fortunately, she found that she was fine and just needed to pay attention to hygiene.After taking Angie back home, Aurora said, "From now on, you'll sleep in this room. We won't share a bed anymore. Take these medications on time and go to the hospital for regular check-ups.""Why are you getting so worked up? It's no big deal," Angie said nonchalantly. "Every woman has some gynecological issues."Aurora threw the test results beside Angie. "Look at your condition. How many women have this? Stop making excuses for yourself and take your medicine. Don't mess around with men next time."Angie was a loose woman. She let any man sleep with her and contracted many diseases, yet she still had the nerve to in
Aurora left Yerick's place and drove back to her home. As soon as she entered the door, she immediately threw her bag on the floor and almost screamed.Angie hadn't come home all night. It was almost noon now, and still there was no sign of her. She hadn't even sent Aurora a text message.Where the hell did that bitch run off to? She really had a nerve, acting like nothing happened while such a big issue was at hand.At that moment, Aurora's phone rang.She picked it up, and the caller ID showed the number of a police station. The moment she saw it was the police calling, she immediately felt guilty and threw the phone onto the couch.Why would the police be calling her? What had happened?Could they have figured something out? No, that was impossible. Could Angie, that bitch, have gone to turn herself in, or had she been caught?Aurora's heart raced as she quickly ran to her room to pack her things, preparing to flee.The phone on the couch kept ringing. She ran back to the living roo