Chapter 406

For as long as he could remember, she had never said that she didn’t love him. Neither did she say that she loved him.

This was in fact a mystery to him. It was his own guess that Rosalie didn’t love him and wasn’t happy.

Rosalie’s heart ached. She looked up at him and stared at him silently, her gaze sorrowful. Then, with a slight smirk, she asked, “Don’t you find yourself hilarious for asking me that question now? What exactly do you want?”

“I want to know what you feel about me. I want the truth.”

Theodore rested his palms on both sides of her face, circling her in his arms as he drew her. He was much taller than she was, and had to bend his neck down low to be near her.

“So, tell me now. What exactly do you feel about me? I want the truth.”

Theodore didn’t understand Rosalie, and she didn’t understand him either.

They didn’t understand each other. There seemed to be a barrier that urgently needed to be broken, but there was a fear in doing so. Keeping things like this woul