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    Rosalie gritted her teeth, and her hands started trembling. She was smiling, yet her eyes began welling up with tears. She quickly arranged the flowers and put down the scissors, not bothering herself with her final oue of her arrangement.


    *I''ll head home now and prepare for the divorce tomorrow."


    "You don''t need to go home," Sebastian said, sensing how upset she was. He didn''t feel good letting her go back home, where she was bound to be alone.Text content ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Even if Theodore was there, he would probably be nasty to her.


    "He said he''ll be bringing the resident register to the clerk''s office. You don''t need to go home. I''ll take you there tomorrow. It''s not far from here."


    *That''s not such a great idea," Rosalie said with a forced smile.


    She couldn''t bring herself to smile genuinely.


    "Why not? You were nning to stay here for a few days. Don''t let this change your ns. That man isn''t worth it." Sebastian strongly believed that Theodore wasn''t worthy of Rosalie''s love. Still, he also knew that love is blind, and that true love wasn''t based on how worthy the other party was. That wouldn''t be true love.


    Rosalie took a deep breath, and said, "You''re right. He''s not worth it. In that case... I''ll go back to my room and get some rest."


    She suddenly felt nauseous. She pped a hand over her mouth and rushed upstairs. Sebastian followed behind her, uneasy about leaving her alone.


    Rosalie rushed into the washroom and crouched at the toilet bowl, throwing up almost everything she just ate. Sebastian was about to approach her when she yelled, "Don''te over!"


    Sebastian stopped right outside the door of the washroom, not daring to head in.


    Rosalie sprawled herself over the toilet bowl for a long time as she vomited until she almost went out of breath. She kept coughing in between, until she could no longer vomit anything out.


    Then she flushed the toilet bowl and staggered to her feet, her hands holding the edge of the counter to steady herself. She began washing up and rinsing her face, forcing herself to remain alert. Tears trickled down her cheeks, mixing with the drops of water on her face.


    She stared miserably at herself in the mirror. Her knees finally gave way, and she slumped on the floor.


    Sebastian rushed forward and hugged her from behind, wrapping her tightly in his embrace. Concerned, he said, Rose, are you okay?"


    Rosalie leaned weakly against his chest, unable to move an inch-as if her soul had been sucked out of her. Sebastian hauled her up in his arms, returned to her bedroom, and put her gently down on the bed.


    *Rose, if you''re upset, please talk to me. Don''t keep it to yourself," he consoled.


    Rosalie was stupefied. She did not utter a single word; her eyes looked empty and soulless.


    Sebastian was very worried about her. He sat by her bedside and felt her forehead before pulling the covers over her legs. He continued waiting by her side, keeping herpany in silence.


    Rosalie hung her head low, looking as vulnerable and helpless as an abandoned rag doll.


    Sebastian wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms, never letting go. He wanted to tell her that he was right here, and was willing to be her refuge.


    However, the rational side of him stopped him from doing so. He knew that she wouldn''t like it.


    After more than ten minutes, Rosalie finally spoke.


    *He promised me he''d keep his distance from Cynthia. He did fulfill his promise over the past few days. He didn''t pick up her calls, and even if he did, he didn''t go to her. He''d hug me to sleep every night. It made me feel like he''s my husband, and not someone else''s."