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
"Baby, I don’t hate your dad now, so you shouldn't hate him either. We shouldn't live with hatred, it's much too exhausting. "Your dad just doesn't love Mommy. He only sees me as a sister. He doesn't have any romantic feelings for me. It's just my wishful thinking, and an unrequited love on my part. "What can a woman do when a man doesn't love her? Is that an unforgivable crime? "Baby, I… I really tried, but your dad doesn't love me." Rosalie's eyes grew dimmer, and she could feel tears swimming in her eyes. She recalled Wesley's terrible words. "Luckily, Rose doesn't have any children, or they'd end up like you—a curse!"Rosalie grasped the fabric covering her belly tightly. She wouldn’t let such a curse fall upon her child.‘In the future, no matter what, Mommy will support you. Mommy won't force you to marry someone you don't love,’ she thought determinedly. Suddenly, Theodore murmured, "Mom…" Rosalie raised her head, and strained to listen. Theodore was muttering
The next day, an earth-shattering voice echoed throughout Sebastian’s villa. "Seb, save me! Please!!!" Sebastian was still sound asleep. He was having a wonderful dream, where he and Rosalie were getting married. Rosalie was wearing a wedding dress, looking like a goddess—beautiful and noble. She was slowly walking toward him, a happy smile on her face. On the other hand, he was ecstatic, and reached out his hand to her. The two of them stood on the stage; under everyone’s gaze, they exchanged wedding rings. When the host announced that the groom could kiss the bride, he cupped her face and gazed at her delicate cheeks. Feeling his heart race, he closed his eyes and leaned in slowly to kiss her. Just as their lips were only a few millimeters apart, a woman's sharp voice pulled him out of his dream. Sebastian had the urge to kill someone. He wasn’t a man with a particularly good temper. His good temper was reserved only for Rosalie, but this woman's voice was obviously n
Just as Sebastian lay back down, Yvonne grabbed his arm and yanked him up. "I don't care! You have to save me. If you don't help me, I'll..." "You'll what?" Sebastian retorted coldly. "You messed up. Can’t you solve your own problems?" "I am solving it! Getting your help is the best way for me to solve this problem!" Yvonne said confidently. She had relied on Sebastian ever since she was a child, and asking for his help was second nature. Her way of solving problems was always straightforward and simple: have Sebastian help her. Sebastian said sternly, "You should learn to take responsibility for yourself. You're an adult now." "Seb, just this once, please? Please help me!" "No. Get out," he said icily. "If you don't help me, I'll go find Rosalie right now!" "What for?" Sebastian frowned when Rosalie was mentioned. "Don't bother her for no reason." Yvonne attacked his weakness. "I'll tell her you have ulterior motives, that you want to pounce on her and sleep with h