Chapter 273

Seeing that he was still alive, Rosalie breathed a sigh of relief.

"I thought you were dead," she said.

"So you decided to mess with me?" he asked angrily.

"I thought you were dead. You didn't make a sound," Rosalie repeated.

"So you pressed on my wound?"

"I thought you were dead. You didn't make a sound."

"You..."

"I thought you were dead. You didn't make a sound."

Every single time, before he could speak, she would cut him off. Theodore was at a loss for words.

Frowning, he said, "Why don't you just go to bed and don’t concern yourself if I'm making a sound or not? I need sleep too!"

"I thought you were suffocating. Why did you bury your face in the pillow?"

"Because I wanted to. Didn't you tell me to sleep on my stomach?" Theodore rebuked.

"Only sulking children bury their faces in pillows," Rosalie pointed out, and she turned around to go back to the sofa to lie down.

Theodore was rendered speechless.

He felt very vexed, and was indeed sulking. If he had