Theodore had always been strong. Even though Rosalie felt tired in his arms, she couldn’t see any


    signs of fatigue on his face.


    After a while, his gaze shifted away from her face, and he carried her away. He carried her all the


    way back to their room,ying her roughly on the bed. Though his actions were a bit harsh, the bed


    was soft, and she didn’t feel ufortable.


    However, from his demeanor, she knew he was angry.


    Theodore was still in his suit; a few buttons of his shirt undone, revealing his strong chest. He stood


    with his hands on his hips, ring coldly at Rosalie on the bed.


    He wanted to say something to her, but seeing her panicked face and clutching the nket, he


    gritted his teeth and dropped his hands. Then, he impatiently threw his jacket aside.


    Rosalie wrapped herself tightly in the nket, adopting a defensive posture.


    They were getting divorced tomorrow, but Theodore had brought her back to their shared bedroom.


    Was he nning to spend the night here?


    She didn’t want to engage in any sentimentalst–night embraces with him. They had gone through


    too many of those.


    Theodore turned and left, mming the door behind him. Rosalie’s heart raced as the door


    mmed shut. She hugged the nket to her chest, trembling weakly.


    She had been sleeping peacefully at Sebastian’s ce, but Theodore had suddenly dragged her


    back here. Now, she couldn’t fall asleep.


    She tossed and turned in bed, restless.


    She reached for her phone to check the time, only to realize it was still at Sebastian’s ce.


    As the night wore on, she finally felt a wave of sleepiness wash over her.


    Rosalie drifted off to sleep. Not long after, the door burst open, startling her awake.


    She sat up abruptly in bed. If she had to endure a few more of these, she’d end up with a heart


    attack. The room’s light flicked on, and Theodore walked in. He was still wearing the same clothes


    as he approached her bedside.


    As he got closer, Rosalie caught a whiff of the strong scent of alcohol. She furrowed her brow.


    “Have you been drinking again?”


    It was almost an instinctive reaction.


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    He had stomach problems, but he insisted on drinking. Wasn’t he just tormenting himself?


    “What, now the woman who thought I was going to throw her down the stairs cares if I’m drinking or


    not?” His icy tone carried a hint of mockery.


    Rosalie’s hand, hidden beneath the covers, clenched suddenly. She replied coldly, “Who cares


    about you? I was just asking a question. Drink if you want. It’s your body, not mine!”


    After their divorce, he would be Cynthia’s problem. There would be other women to care about him.


    Why should Rosalie care?


    Rosaliey back down, pulling the covers over herself, signaling that she didn’t want to engage


    further. But Theodore suddenly stepped


    forward, yanking the covers off her.


    “What are you doing?” Rosalie sat up again, her expression now tinged with impatience. “It’ste,


    and I want to sleep. We have a divorce to finalize tomorrow. You also go back and sleep too so


    you’re not hungover in the morning.”


    “Oh, is that so?” Theodore smirked suddenly, his expression dripping with sarcasm. “Worried I’ll be


    too drunk to go through with the divorce tomorrow?”


    Rosalie retorted, “If you remember we’re getting divorced tomorrow, then you’re not too drunk to


    function. So go back to sleep.”


    “Go back? Where do you want me to go? This is my room, isn’t it?” Theodore sat down on the edge


    of the bed, the mockery in his voice still thick.