Chapter 50

"If you're talking about our home, then you sit in the passenger seat and I'll drive you back. But if you're talking about Cynthia's place, I'll have the driver take you there now.

"Either way, you're not driving. What if you hit someone on the road?" Rosalie said with furrowed brows.

"Hah," Theodore scoffed lightly. "So, you're not worried about me, but about strangers being hit by me."

Rosalie frowned. "Shouldn't I be worried about that? Drunk drivers deserve to get into accidents, but the innocent people they hit don't."

His anger flaring up, Theodore grabbed his wife's slender shoulder and demanded, "Deserve it? Are you saying it's my fault?"

"I was just giving an example. You haven't drunk and driven, have you?" Rosalie pushed him away forcefully. "Where do you want to go? Speak up!"

After suddenly taking off his suit jacket and angrily throwing it to the ground, Theodore impatiently opened the passenger door and got into the car. It seemed like he was intending to head back