Sebastian was lying on the bed, his eyes shut tight and cold sweat beading on his forehead.He was trying to recall his memories.Some of his memories came as fragments, but he couldn’t piece them together no matter how hard he tried. The harder he tried, the more his head hurt. Many times, he wanted to stop and do as Rosalie said, and not think at all. However, he felt very uneasy and was bugged by a nagging feeling he had forgotten something important he must recall. It was a matter of life and death.He had forgotten someone important, and he was dangerous.No, he had to recall that person. For Rosalie’s sake, he had to!When Rosalie returned to Sebastian’s ward and saw him with his eyes shut and breaking out in cold sweat, she hurriedly grabbed a napkin and gently wiped the sweat away from his forehead. “What’s the matter? Do you feel unwell?”“Honey, you’re back.” Sebastian opened his eyes, then reassured her, “I’m fine.”Seeing Sebastian putting up a strong front, Rosali
Hearing the call connect successfully, Rosalie sighed in relief—he hadn’t blocked her number. At least he was quite magnanimous in this regard.However, no one picked up the call. After about half a minute, the call was cut off.Rosalie sighed again. How was she supposed to take Theodore to visit Rebecca?“Do you need something?” A cold voice sounded behind her.Rosalie turned around to see Theodore standing there. She felt relieved. “So you’re still at the hospital. I thought you had left.”“Why did you call me?” Theodore asked expressionlessly.Clutching her phone, Rosalie stepped forward anxiously. “I promised Grandma I’d join her for dinner tonight, and she expects us to be there.”“That’s what you promised. I never agreed.” Theodore’s indifferent tone made it clear he hadn’t agreed to this.Rosalie, knowing she was at fault for promising without asking him first, didn't get angry. Instead, she said, “I know things are tense between us, but none of this should affect Gran
Soon, the car was filled with the fragrance of lilies. The scent was so comforting that Rosalie couldn’t help but say, “Grandma really loves lilies. That was thoughtful of you.”She was sincere about her compliment.“Grandma appreciates my thoughtfulness, but not others,” Theodore murmured as he continued driving.Rosalie knew exactly what he meant. “If you mean suddenly declaring love, forcefully taking what you want, being domineering and disrespectful, then yes, it shouldn’t be appreciated.”If she didn’t retort, it would seem like it was her fault for not appreciating his gestures.“Then tell me, what should I do to make someone appreciate it?” Theodore asked.Rosalie clenched her hands that were resting on her knees. She could feel her palms sweating. “Sometimes, if someone doesn’t want something, forcing it on them isn’t the best idea. Taking it back is.”“I accidentally scattered it all to the ground. It can’t be taken back,” Theodore replied in a calm yet wistful tone. B
"You're really clever, huh? Do you think I'm lying to you?" The old lady tapped Rosalie's forehead lightly with her finger. "Alright, I'll show you."She turned to the butler. "Bring me my medical report."Soon, the butler came over with a report in hand. Rosalie stood up, took the report, and carefully reviewed it. After she finished reading it, Theodore also took a look. The metrics were not much different from the ones from the last check-up."See?" Rebecca pretended to be upset. "I'm not lying! You really thought I was making it up.""Grandma," Theodore said, noticing something in the data. "Your blood pressure is a bit low.""Really?" Rosalie didn't catch that. "Where does it show?"Theodore pointed to a set of numbers on the report. "It really is, Grandma. Your blood pressure is a bit low," Rosalie repeated, feeling worried.Rebecca reassured them, "I know. The doctor mentioned it too, but I'm not too far off. It's no big deal. At my age, it's normal to have these kinds
Rosalie didn't want to lie to Rebecca, but she couldn’t tell her grandmother the truth about how badly she and Theodore were getting along. It would sadden Rebecca.“That’s good, then.” Rebecca lowered her head slightly, sadness flickering in her eyes. She knew that regardless of how well Rosalie and Theodore were getting along, she couldn't change the fact that they were divorced.“Yes, Grandma,” Theodore said. “Don’t worry. No matter what happens to Rose, I will always help her.”Theodore wasn’t just saying this to comfort Rebecca. He really meant it.Rosalie was taken aback, and turned to look at Theodore. She suddenly recalled all the chaos they had gone through. It was hard to imagine they could have such a calm and harmonious moment. She didn’t know how long this peace would last, but at least they weren’t fighting like before.“Theo.” Rebecca held his hand. “I trust that you’ll do what you say, but helping her is one thing. Bullying her is another. No matter what happens, d
All of a sudden, Theodore placed a chicken drumstick on Rosalie’s plate. Rosalie quickly said, "I'm full."Theodore looked up and met her eyes. Rosalie's heart trembled, but she immediately looked away. Rebecca smiled at them without saying anything.Soon, Theodore took the drumstick from Rosalie’s plate and ate it himself, as if saying, "If you won't eat it, I will."Rosalie sighed in relief, feeling this was better than being forced to eat. She disliked those forced gestures of hospitality where people insisted you eat or drink even if you didn’t want to, making you seem rude if you refused.At the very least, Theodore had stopped adhering to that awkward social norm.Rebecca suddenly remembered something, and said, "By the way, I need both of you to help me with something.""What is it, Grandma? Just tell us," Rosalie said."I have an old friend whose granddaughter is getting married. She invited me to the wedding, but I've been feeling a bit tired and don’t want to go. It
"Grandma, I need to use the restroom." Rosalie put down her cutlery, and stood up to leave.After Rosalie left, Rebecca turned to Theodore. "Why are you sitting there like you’re mute? You should’ve said something!"Theodore smiled bitterly. "What could I say? Even if I agreed, Rose might not. She doesn’t want to be close to me, so even pretending will be stressful for her."That was why he hadn’t said anything. No matter what he said, it would only make her uncomfortable. He didn’t mind telling Rebecca, because he knew she understood deep down. Hiding it only give everyone more pressure.Rebecca sighed. This was exactly what she had expected. "Rose treating you this way now is your own fault. You lost a good wife, just like your father. Why don’t you ever learn?""I don’t know why. Maybe it’s human nature. We know it’s wrong, but we do it anyway. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many wars," Theodore replied helplessly.Rebecca shook her head in resignation. "I’m tired of reprim
“What’s the problem?”“I…” Theodore didn’t want to tell his grandmother that Rosalie was already married. Just as he was thinking of an excuse, his phone dinged. He took it out, and saw a message from Rosalie. [Please come to the restroom, thanks.]He put his phone back in his pocket. “Grandma, I need to use the restroom.”Theodore left the dining room and headed to the restroom. When he got there, Rosalie opened the door for him, pulled him inside, and shut the door with a bang.He waved his phone in front of her. “You're being very polite.”Rosalie had sent him a message with "please" and "thanks," speaking to him as if he were a stranger.“What do you want? Do you want me to speak rudely to you?” Rosalie asked.“I’d rather you be rude and curse at me.”She frowned. “Do you really want me to curse at you that much?”“Yes, I’d prefer that to you being polite. Your courteous attitude makes me uneasy.”The more polite she was, the further away she seemed. He’d rather she hit