Chapter 29

Late at night, when Rosalie was dozing off, she suddenly felt someone pressing down on her. Startled, she screamed loudly.

"Ahhh...!"

Theodore covered her mouth and hushed her. "It's me."

He turned on the room light so Rosalie could see that it was really him on top of her. Breathing a sigh of relief, she glanced at the time to see that it was one in the morning.

"Why are you back?" she asked.

"Is it strange for me to come home?"

With a tinge of alcohol on his breath, it seemed like Theodore had been drinking. He lowered his head and kissed his wife’s lips, deftly undoing her sleepwear.

"Ugh..." Rosalie pushed Theodore away with all her strength, hurriedly covering his mouth with her hand. "Let go of me!"

Theodore grabbed her hand and pressed her down firmly on the bed. "What's with you? Don't want me to touch you?"

"Weren't you with Cynthia? Stay with her, then! Why did you come back here?!"

Did this man think he could have it both ways? That he could come home and have his