Chapter 222

Rosalie gently rubbed her fingertip over that shallow scar, feeling a pang in her heart. Involuntarily, she recalled the chaotic scene when he had rushed forward without hesitation.

She couldn't forget how Theodore had hurt her, but neither could she forget his kindness. The mixture of good and bad was undoubtedly painful and confusing.

She would rather blindly remember his goodness and forget the bad, or only recall his faults and become extremely angry. But she couldn't be that simple, nor could she be extreme.

She was stuck in the middle, stuck remembering both his good and bad deeds. So, she consistently wavered without a firm stance.

In the end, she was the one who would get hurt the most.

Theodore grabbed her hand, seeing the sadness in her eyes. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, a suffocating despair.

Yes, it was despair, he carefully considered. It seemed like he had indeed fallen into despair, his body and soul submerged in her sorrowful gaze.

What did he