Chapter 221

Rosalie quickly shifted away from him, putting some distance between them. Her expression was wary as she asked, "What are you doing?"

"You told me to rest, right? This is my room and my bed. Of course I'm going to lie down here!"

The usually dignified man now seemed like a spiteful troublemaker, shameless and unreserved. Strangely, it carried an undeniable allure about him.

Rosalie had the urge to reprimand him, but she couldn't find a reason to argue back. It was indeed his home, and she would move out after the divorce.

"Fine, since this is your room, you sleep here. I'll leave," she said.

She would sleep in the guest room. At this point, she didn't care that tonight was their last night together. Things between her and Theodore had gotten ugly, and nothing else mattered.

Theodore gripped her wrist tightly as she moved to get off the bed. Despite her attempts to free herself, she found it impossible.

Rosalie frowned. "What are you doing?"

Theodore noticed how often she had