Chapter 177

One of the doctors did a check-up on Theodore, treated the wound on his forehead, and diagnosed him as suffering from a slight concussion.

Rosalie sat by Theodore’s bedside. Grabbing his hand tightly, she asked with concern, “Theo, does it still hurt?”

“I’m fine, it doesn’t hurt. You silly girl. Why did you act as a shield for someone else? What if you got hurt?”

Theodore’s brows were furrowed as deep concern—remorse, even—filled his eyes.

“She’s not just someone else. She’s my friend,” Rosalie explained.

“But you’re my wife. I care only for you.”

“Theo…” Rosalie felt tears welling up in her eyes again as they fell down her cheeks. She didn’t expect Theodore to be the one to appear at that critical moment and rush to her defense.

Right when she was feeling utterly disappointed with him, he protected her so self-sacrificially by blocking the attack with his own body. He disregarded the wound on his forehead, and was instead more worried about her.

She felt really conflicted abou