Chapter 183

Theodore wanted to turn on the light to see if she was crying, but in the end, he refrained.

Instead, he gently held her hand and rubbed it lightly as he whispered softly in her ear, "I've said it before. I'll keep my distance from her."

"Does that mean you won't go there anymore?" Rosalie asked.

But how could Theodore completely give up on Cynthia? That would be like signing his own death warrant, wouldn't it?

"Rose, are you jealous?" He noticed a hint of sourness in her voice.

Feeling her jealousy, his vanity as a man seemed to be satisfied.

"Jealous of what? I'm definitely not," Rosalie denied.

Theodore chuckled softly, and kissed her cheek. "Then why do I smell something sour?"

Blushing, Rosalie smiled shyly. "I don't know. I'm tired. I want to sleep."

She didn't want to answer any more of his questions. Saying too much would only make her seem too concerned about him. If he caught on, he'd tease her again.

Theodore didn't press her further. He smiled knowingly, and wrap