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
"That’s the point!" Yvonne tugged at his sleeve like a spoiled child. "Seb, we're in the same boat now. If Dad finds out, I'll say you're an accomplice too." Sebastian frowned. "I'm helping you, but you're still threatening me. You don’t have a conscience at all." "I just want to be on the same side as you." She hugged him, and rested her head on his shoulder. "But don't worry! Since we're in this together now, whatever happens in the future, I'll help you. Whatever you need me to do, just say it. I'll do it for you, no matter what." "Is that so? I do have something that I want you to help me with," Sebastian said. "What is it? Tell me." Yvonne blinked playfully, her eyes flickering. Sebastian looked at her coldly. "Stay away from me—the farther, the better. And when you go out, don't tell others that we're siblings. Let’s just pretend we don't know each other." Yvonne's face turned pale. "Seb, you're not going to sever ties with me, are you?" Sebastian smiled. "I despera
As soon as Yvonne said "Rosalie", Sebastian stopped in his tracks. Yvonne extended her hand. "Give me back my phone." "Yvonne, how about this? Let's make a deal." Sebastian smirked coldly, then continued, "You can unlock your phone and let me see what you two really talked about, or I'll call Dad right now and tell him you broke his beloved antique. You asked me to clean up the mess, but I refused, and now, I’m telling him about it. How do you think Dad will react?" Yvonne's face darkened. "Seb, we're in the same boat, remember?" Sebastian waved the phone. "If you don't let me see your chat with her, we're not in the same boat anymore." Yvonne balled her fists. "You're involved in breaking the antique too." "Whether I'm involved or not is up to me to decide. Do you think Dad will believe you or me? If he finds out you broke his favorite vase and tried to cover it up, he'll probably punish you and cut you off financially. He might even throw you out of the house, and leave y
He snorted. "Didn’t you send these messages?" Yvonne grinned awkwardly. "It's true I sent them, Seb, but I had my reasons. I was doing it for you!" "You called me petty and a bastard for my sake?" Sebastian gripped the phone tightly and continued walking toward her step by step. "Tell me. Should I throw you down the house, or just twist your neck?" He backed Yvonne into a corner. Nervously, she said, "Seb, come on, take a closer look. I said those things on purpose to test Rose. See how much she cares about you? I wanted to know what she thought of you. Look at her replies!" Sebastian glanced at the phone screen again, and his icy gaze softened. He had only been focusing on the offensive things Yvonne said about him, but now, he realized how kind Rosalie's replies were. He stopped scrunching up his face. Seeing Sebastian's mood improving, Yvonne hurriedly continued, "See? She cares a lot about you! I said those things on purpose, and she immediately defended you without
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