“…”


    Rosalie suddenly realized how skillfully this man could twist words, and it left her speechless. It


    wasn’t so much that he twisted words, but more that she hadn’t been careful with hers. She had told


    him to let her know if it hurt.


    If only she hadn’t said that!


    She hadn’t expected Theodore to cry out in pain at every moment, like a child.


    “Just bear with it a little. I have to wrap the gauze properly, or your wound will be exposed and that’s


    not safe.”


    Rosalie sat behind him, carefully wrapping the gauze around his torso. Her breath brushed his ear,


    close and then far, as she moved.


    When she reached his chest, she leaned forward to wrap the gauze from her left hand to her right.


    Theodore suddenly turned his head, his lips brushing against her nose.


    Rosalie froze, an electric jolt passing through her nose. Theodore nonchntly turned his head


    back, as if nothing had happened. She snapped back to reality, realizing her heart had skipped a


    beat.


    The mere touch of this man, even just his lips on her nose, caused an indescribable pain. Her heart


    ached, not with the sharpness of a physical wound, but with a suffocating heaviness. If she had to


    choose, she would rather endure physical pain than this heart- wrenching feeling.


    “What are you daydreaming about?” Theodore turned his head again, his deep gaze locking onto


    hers. “What’s wrong?”


    “Nothing.” Rosalie forced a smile, her face betraying no emotion. However, sadness flickered in her


    eyes.


    She quickly finished wrapping his wounds, cutting the gauze and securing it.


    “Alright. If you’re going to sleep, lie on your stomach or your side, but not on your back.”


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    Her tone was firm, almost like a stern mother.


    His injuries would take at least four or five days to heal. Reba had


    hit him way too hard. No matter what, Theodore was still her


    grandson. How could she be so harsh?


    Rosalie understood Reba’s feelings, but she also felt a deep sadness for Theodore’s pain.


    Lowering her head, Rosalie silently began to pack up the items in the first–aid kit.


    Theodore watched as she prepared to leave, and he hastily asked, Where are you going?”


    Rosalie turned her head and replied, “I’m going to put away the first- aid kit.”


    Theodore breathed a sigh of relief, as he thought Rosalie was about to leave. Even though they


    were divorced, he didn’t understand why he felt so afraid of her leaving at that moment.


    After Rosalie put away the kit, she returned to the room. It was already–five in the evening. It was


    time to n dinner. Rosalie


    approached, about to ask him what he wanted for dinner, but before she could speak, Theodore


    beat her to it.


    “Just friends?”


    Rosalie was taken aback, looking puzzled. “What are you talking


    about?”


    “You said you and Sebastian are just friends. Is that true?”


    Rosalie suddenly realized Theodore had a long reaction time. His question caught her off guard,


    and she didn’t know how to respond for a moment.


    She had already exined this matter many times. She and Sebastian were just friends, but he


    didn’t believe her. What could she do? And now, he was asking again.


    Rosalie sighed, scratching her forehead in frustration.


    “We’re divorced now, and I’ve answered this question multiple times. I’ve exined it many times


    before. Even if I say it again, you won’t believe me. Why ask again?”


    She wasn’t angry, and she spoke very calmly.