Theodore clutched the pillow beneath him, his brows furrowing. "Why are you here?"At first, he thought he was imagining things. How could Anthony’s hands feel like a woman's? It all felt surreal, as though the pain had triggered hallucinations.Sensing the woman behind him wasn't responding, Theodore let out a wry smile. Of course, it was just his imagination. There was no way she would be here; she was probably with Sebastian right now.Realizing it was a hallucination, Theodore stopped talking.Just as the person behind him finished applying the medicine, a woman's voice broke the silence. "All done. Let me wrap your wounds with some gauze. Sit up for a moment."Theodore froze, enduring the pain as he quickly sat up and turned to see the woman behind him.Rosalie was wearing a light yellow dress, her hair styled in a bun—she looked very sweet and innocent. If she went to a high school, people might mistake her for a student.Theodore was stunned. "Why are you here?""I..."
"You knew Sebastian long ago, but you told me you met him in school. Isn't that a lie?""I..." Rosalie was speechless. How many times would he bring this up?"Theodore, do you have to be so petty?""Am I petty, or are you the liar?! Didn't you admit it yourself later? You’ve been involved with him all along! You said it yourself! I didn't imagine it!" Theodore yelled.True, Rosalie had said she and Sebastian had been together for a long time—but that was out of anger.She stood up from the bed. "So what you're saying is, what you told Grandma wasn't the truth.""That's right! I just said it to make her feel better, to make her think I was taking all the blame. I didn't want her to think I was a complete bastard, but she still hit me. If I'd known, I wouldn't have bothered. It was a waste of time, and I got a beating for it. What bad luck!"His tone was full of frustration.Rosalie clenched her fists. She had been genuinely moved when Rebecca had told her what Theodore had said.
With a sudden move, Theodore grabbed her wrist. "Don't go."For some reason, he suddenly felt incredibly insecure and desperately wanted her to stay. Despite his usual stubbornness, at this moment, he seemed as helpless as a child.Pain could drive people mad, and it could also make them vulnerable. Sometimes, the pain in the heart was worse than any physical wound.Rosalie looked down at his hand, which was trembling even as it held her wrist. He was clearly in a lot of pain; there was no way he could fake this. His face was pale, and beads of sweat dotted his forehead."I'll take you to the hospital now," she said gently. "I'll drive you there, okay?"Her voice was soothing, as if she were comforting him."I don't want to go to the hospital," Theodore said, looking up at her with dark, bottomless eyes. "The doctor prescribed this medicine. I'll be fine in a few days. There's no need to go to the hospital."Rosalie sat on the edge of the bed. "Then lie down and don't move aroun
"I..."Rosalie suddenly realized how skillfully this man could twist words, and it left her speechless. It wasn’t so much that he twisted words, but more that she hadn't been careful with hers. She had told him to let her know if it hurt. If only she hadn't said that!She hadn't expected Theodore to cry out in pain at every moment, like a child."Just bear with it a little. I have to wrap the gauze properly, or your wound will be exposed and that's not safe."Rosalie sat behind him, carefully wrapping the gauze around his torso. Her breath brushed his ear, close and then far, as she moved. When she reached his chest, she leaned forward to wrap the gauze from her left hand to her right. Theodore suddenly turned his head, his lips brushing against her nose.Rosalie froze, an electric jolt passing through her nose. Theodore nonchalantly turned his head back, as if nothing had happened. She snapped back to reality, realizing her heart had skipped a beat.The mere touch of this ma
Theodore stared at Rosalie with a calm but expectant look. "Tell me again, and I'll believe you." Rosalie was silent for a long time, feeling a rush of indescribable complexity. She sighed, and said, "Yes, he and I are just friends."Theodore seemed to breathe a long sigh of relief, his expression betraying his emotions. They were already divorced; Rosalie had no reason to lie to him. However, thinking about their divorce was a stab to his heart.What was the point of believing she and Sebastian were just friends now? Even if he had believed her earlier, it wouldn't change the fact that they had divorced.Rosalie looked at him suspiciously. Maybe it was her imagination, but she thought she saw both relief and sadness on Theodore's face. It was absurd—he was the one who divorced her to marry another woman.Perhaps because he was too relaxed, Theodore almost forgot about the pain in his back and instinctively leaned back.Rosalie saw what was happening and rushed over, "Don'
Sometimes, life was full of unexpected twists and turns. Rosalie and Theodore's relationship was like a rollercoaster, full of ups and downs both before and after their divorce. She didn't understand whether their relationship was something that could never be cut off and resolved, or if it was an entanglement destined in their fate.Lying in his arms, Rosalie felt a whirlwind of emotions. She lifted her hand again to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Theodore's heavy breathing gradually calmed down as he lowered his head, greedily inhaling the familiar, comforting scent of the woman in his arms. What was once easily accessible had now become a luxury. This might be his last chance to indulge in this feeling.Slowly, Theodore released her. Rosalie felt his arms loosen, and gave a resigned smile as she tried to get up. “I... Ah!” she cried out as her foot slipped, causing her to tumble back into his arms.Theodore tried to catch her, but it was too late. She fell face-first, he
"It's not what you think! Yes, the tissue is wet, but it's just sweat. If you don't believe me, feel it!" Rosalie stepped forward, holding out the soaked tissue.Theodore sighed and shook his head, rubbing his aching forehead."Stay back," Wesley said, pulling Sydney behind him protectively. The couple looked at Rosalie as if she were a wild animal. "You two can handle your private matters on your own. We're leaving.""No, really, we didn't do anything!" Rosalie insisted, hurrying after them. "Touch it, you'll see. It's just water! It's not sticky at all. If you don't believe me, check Theodore's pants. They're still on."Theodore groaned internally, wishing he could disappear or dig a hole to hide in.Hearing the word "sticky," Wesley and Sydney quickened their pace, practically running away.As Rosalie continued to chase after them, Theodore called out, "Rose."She stopped and turned, "What?""Let it go. Let them think what they want."Rosalie frowned. "But they misunderstoo
Wesley withdrew his hand awkwardly. Seeing Rosalie nearby, he gave her a resigned smile and stepped away from Sydney.Rosalie approached them. "Hello, Mr. Spencer, Mrs. Spencer."Sydney frowned, setting down her teacup. "Why are you calling us that? It's only been a few days, and you don't recognize us anymore?"Rosalie forced herself to smile. "Theo and I are divorced now, so..."At the mention of their divorce, Wesley and Sydney exchanged glances. They didn't seem particularly surprised, as if they already knew."I heard about it from Mom," Sydney said calmly. "But even after the divorce, you still call her 'Grandma.' Why don't you call us Mom and Dad anymore? Are you playing favorites?""Huh? I..." Rosalie was taken aback. Sydney seemed upset, and Rosalie hurried to explain, "I didn’t mean to, I just..."She had never heard this perspective before. Usually, people talked about parents or in-laws playing favorites, not the daughter-in-law."That’s enough, Sydney. Don't scare