Chapter 158

On the way home, Rosalie sat in the car while clutching the resident register, and cried all the way. The driver listened quietly, unsure of what to do.

When they got home, Rosalie called Theodore. However, it wasn't Theodore who answered.

It was Caleb.

"Caleb? Why is it you?" she asked, puzzled.

"Oh… Rose…" Caleb's voice was polite. "Did you call me for something?"

"Why would you think I'm calling you? This is Theo's phone."

She had never contacted Caleb privately.

"Huh, Theodore's?" Caleb sounded a bit groggy. He had drunk too much, and mistook Theodore's phone for his own.

After a moment, Rosalie heard him shout, "Theodore, your wife's calling you!"

Bang, bang, bang!

Caleb pounded on the door.

"Hey, open up! Your wife's calling! Open the door! It's one thing to hog my room, but it's another thing to keep quiet in there! Are you dead in there? Open up!"

Rosalie furrowed her brow, feeling somewhat speechless at the sounds coming from her phone. The simplicity of men's rel