“It’s not what you think! Yes, the tissue is wet, but it’s just sweat. If you don’t believe me, feel it!”


    Rosalie stepped forward, holding out the soaked tissue.


    Theodore sighed and shook his head, rubbing his aching forehead.


    “Stay back,” Wesley said, pulling Sydney behind him protectively. The couple looked at Rosalie as if


    she were a wild animal. “You two can handle your private matters on your own. We’re leaving.”


    “No, really, we didn’t do anything!” Rosalie insisted, hurrying after them. “Touch it, you’ll see. It’s just


    water! It’s not sticky at all. If you don’t believe me, check Theodore’s pants. They’re still on.


    Theodore groaned internally, wishing he could disappear or dig a hole to hide in.


    Hearing the word “sticky,” Wesley and Sydney quickened their pace, practically running away.


    As Rosalie continued to chase after them, Theodore called out, “Rose.


    She stopped and turned, “What?”


    “Let it go. Let them think what they want.”


    Rosalie frowned. “But they misunderstood. It’s not what it looks like. Why didn’t you exin?”


    Exining only made it worse. Didn’t you notice? The more you said, the worse it sounded.”


    Every wording from her mouth made everything sound inappropriate, even if they weren’t.


    “I…” Rosalie reyed her words and their horrified expressions in her mind, her face stiffening.


    In her panic, she had made it worse.


    She threw the tissue she had used to wipe Theodore’s sweat at him, angrily rubbing her palms on


    her dress. Then, she red at Theodore.


    This was all his fault!


    Seeing her pouty face, Theodore suddenly smiled. It wasn’t a mocking smile or one of amusement,


    but one of genuine warmth. Even when they were married and at their closest, Rosalie rarely threw


    a tantrum


    like this.


    Now, they seemed more like a real couple. However, she was no longer his wife. Despite that, he


    didn’t mind her throwing a little


    tantrum.


    Theodore picked up the crumpled tissue. “Should we keep this and let Mom and Dad feel if it’s


    refreshing or sticky?”


    He smirked, looking both handsome and mischievous.


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    Rosalie’s heart skipped a beat, her pulse quickening. “Enough. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.


    I’m going to check on your parents.”


    “What do you mean by that?” Theodore’s tone grew serious. “They’re your parents too.”


    “We’re divorced,” Rosalie replied tly, a wave of sadness washing over her. “They’re your parents,


    not mine. My parents are gone.”


    She turned and left the room, leaving Theodore with furrowed brows, his smile fading.


    Was she hurting again?


    23


    In the living room, Rosalie found Wesley talking to Sydney, who was sipping tea on the sofa,


    appearing disinterested in his words. He was trying his hardest to please Sydney, his actions and


    expressions. clearly showing his desperation.


    He epitomized the term “simp.”


    Wesley touched Sydney’s shoulder gently. The next moment, Sydney pped his hand away with a


    swift motion, frowning.


    “Don’t touch me,” she snapped.