Half an hour later, Sebastian left the Carter Residence. Geoffrey sat alone in the living room, looking around at the empty space. Not far away, Phillip stood watch.It had always been like this—a master and his servant. Whether it was his son, daughter, or wife, none of them came home regularly. He truly was a good husband and father; so good that they all chose not to return.Just as he was about to leave, a middle-aged man with an imposing presence and a commanding aura walked in."Hello, Brother-in-law."Geoffrey looked up, and was surprised to see him. "What brings you here?""I came to see you." The man walked forward, adjusted his coat, and sat beside Geoffrey casually, as if this were his home too. "And to talk about my sister."His sister was Xyla Jackson, Geoffrey’s wife. The man, Christopher, was Xyla’s second older brother. He was a few years younger than Geoffrey.Geoffrey remained calm. "Are you here to criticize?" Christopher said, "Not exactly. I'm just worried
Geoffrey was interested in money. He seemed to be greedier than other businessmen for wealth.Christopher took out a small booklet from his pocket, and placed it on the table."What's this?" Geoffrey asked."This is a planner. Inside is a place where you and Xyla can go to mend your relationship." Christopher pointed to the cover. "It is a secluded place where once you and Xyla enter, you will be cut off from the outside world. You’ll live together there for half a month."Geoffrey chuckled. "That's absurd. You want me and her to stay there? We'll end up arguing within a day.""You'll understand once you look carefully. It's a good place. Many couples who have been there return with improved relationships."Geoffrey never believed in such things, but out of respect for Christopher, he picked up the brochure and read it.Indeed, the place was special. There was no electricity, internet, nor signal, but the scenery was excellent. Once inside, they only had each other and must coop
On the way, Sydney sensed that Rosalie seemed a bit off. "What's wrong? From the look on your face, it looks like the sky is falling.""I’m fine." Rosalie smiled a small smile. "I'm just a bit nervous."Sydney certainly didn't care about Sebastian's affairs. Even if Rosalie mentioned it, it wouldn't matter. Rosalie might even get scolded for it."There's nothing to be nervous about. Unless you said something to him to make him so drunk last night. He seemed pitiful."Rosalie's heart trembled. She turned to ask, "You said he got drunk last night?"Sydney nodded. "Yes. He came to my place late last night, drank who knows how much, stumbled around, talking nonsense. He said that you hate him, and you don't want him anymore. He kept mentioning you, and even tried calling you. But he was so drunk he couldn't even hold his phone steady, and then he realized you had blocked him, which completely shattered him."Hearing Sydney say these things, Rosalie couldn't believe it. "Mom, did he r
"Mom, please stop saying these things. He doesn't love me!" Rosalie's emotions were getting out of control. "If he loved me, he wouldn't have divorced me for Cynthia, and he wouldn't have repeatedly chosen Cynthia over me and caused me so much pain! He doesn’t love me at all!""Because Theo is a fool!" Sydney said. "He wasn’t loved as a child, so he doesn't know what love is. He himself is confused! The purpose of meeting him today is so that you two can meet and talk it out, and for you to ask him whom he truly loves!""Did you arrange this meeting just so we can talk?" Rosalie took a few steps back. "No, I can't meet him. I've already said we're done with each other. I can't...""You stop right there!" Sydney grabbed her arm. "Rosalie, why are you so cowardly? What's wrong with meeting him?""He doesn't love me! Meeting him would just be humiliating! He divorced me for Cynthia. No matter what, I can't possibly salvage the relationship!"Though Rosalie's heart was in pain, and th
Rosalie returned once again to the house where she and Theodore used to live.This was their former marital home, decorated according to her preferences. They had lived happily here for a year. The house remained unchanged, but the people who used to live there weren’t the same anymore.As they entered the hall, Sydney noticed Wesley sitting on the sofa. "What are you doing here?"Every time Wesley saw Sydney, he felt excited. He stood up, straightened out his suit, and stood straight. Even though he was middle-aged, he still took care of his appearance meticulously.Without exaggeration, if Wesley were to appear in a drama as a matured and handsome president, just standing there could ignite a frenzy among older women."Sydney, why are you here too?" Wesley asked.Sydney frowned, feeling a sense of foreboding. Just then, Theodore walked out. "I asked them to come."He appeared before everyone, dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, a simple and classic attire that never w
"These are all Rosalie’s favorite dishes. Aren't there any that I like?" Sydney seemed a bit jealous.Theodore looked up, and said, "I don't know what you like to eat, and you've never told me. We rarely eat together." He looked at his mother without much expression on his face.Sydney stiffened.Theodore continued helping Rosalie to the food.Rosalie turned and stared at Theodore's serious side profile, feeling a wave of bitterness in her heart. Did he have a split personality? Why else would he hurt her on one moment, and then be gentle on the next? "Excuse me, I need to use the restroom." Rosalie put down her cutlery, stood up, and left the dining room."Theo, why are you so close to your ex-wife?" Sydney asked, her words carrying a hidden meaning.He gave a lame excuse. "She has helped me before, hasn't she? What's wrong with me serving her some food? It's just common courtesy." "She helped you?" Sydney asked. "Are you referring to the night she stayed up with me, lookin
For as long as he could remember, she had never said that she didn’t love him. Neither did she say that she loved him.This was in fact a mystery to him. It was his own guess that Rosalie didn’t love him and wasn’t happy.Rosalie’s heart ached. She looked up at him and stared at him silently, her gaze sorrowful. Then, with a slight smirk, she asked, “Don’t you find yourself hilarious for asking me that question now? What exactly do you want?”“I want to know what you feel about me. I want the truth.” Theodore rested his palms on both sides of her face, circling her in his arms as he drew her. He was much taller than she was, and had to bend his neck down low to be near her. “So, tell me now. What exactly do you feel about me? I want the truth.”Theodore didn’t understand Rosalie, and she didn’t understand him either.They didn’t understand each other. There seemed to be a barrier that urgently needed to be broken, but there was a fear in doing so. Keeping things like this woul
Curled up under the covers, Rosalie Young gently caressed her belly. After a while, she breathed a sigh of relief.Thankfully, the baby was okay.When he came home last night, Theodore Spencer had wanted to be intimate. As the couple hadn't seen each other for two months, Rosalie couldn't bear to refuse him.Theodore had already woken up and washed up. He was wearing a gray custom suit that perfectly fit his tall and slender body, giving him an elegant and charming air. Currently, he was sitting in a chair with a tablet in hand. His fingers slid gracefully across the screen, exuding a hint of laziness and sensuality.Rosalie was wrapped tightly in the blanket with only her head exposed.When Theodore noticed her staring at him, he calmly asked, "Are you awake? Let's have breakfast.""Okay."Rosalie put on her pajamas, blushing as she crawled out of bed.In the dining room, Rosalie kept pushing her food around her plate as she caressed her belly with one hand. After a while, she