Theodore looked down, and mumbled like a child who did something


    wrong.


    “Don’t go.”


    He put his spoon back in the bowl with a pitiful look on his face and ced his hands on hisp,


    intertwining his fingers cautiously.


    Rosalie shook her head helplessly. She picked up her spoon, scooped some food, and brought it to


    his mouth. “Open up.”


    Theodore did so obediently, and Rosalie stuck the spoon in his mouth before going on with another


    spoonful of food.


    She took care of him like he was a child.


    A beautiful, tender woman coupled with a man with a piteous look on his face made for a


    heartwarming image.


    All traces of unhappiness vanished, leaving them with the pure joy of each other’s presence.


    Rosalie stayed there and took care of Theodore until it was past nine at night.


    It was gettingte, and it was soon time for her to head back.


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    Theodore noticed Rosalie checking her phone many times, as if checking the time. He looked


    begrudgingly at her.


    Rosalie slid her phone back in her pocket. “It’s gettingte, and I have to head back. Rest early, and


    remember not to lie on your back.


    through the night. Sleep on your side or on your stomach,”


    Theodore bowed his head, silent.


    Upon seeing the glum look on his face, Rosalie walked up to him and asked, “What’s the matter? Is


    your wound hurting again?”


    “So what if it hurts? You don’t care about it, anyway.”


    The bitter tone in his voice made Rosalie furrow her brows. “What do you mean by that?”


    His words instinctively upset her.


    “Exactly what I said,” Theodore replied to her, his tone growing more. bitter.


    Rosalie started fuming.


    “What temper tantrum are you throwing now?! I’ve been here the whole afternoon! I even fed you


    when you needed help! Why are you being sarcastic with me right now?”


    Theodore looked up and grumbled, “Aren’t you leaving right now? You kept ncing at your watch–


    the whole time. It’s clear you don’t want to be here. You don’t even want your own home.”


    Theodore rested his head on the pillow, looking like an upset wife. frustrated over Rosalie, who was


    ying the part of a bastard husband about to stay out the whole night.


    Rosalie found the entire situationughable yet slightly maddening. She thought that Theodore was


    being ridiculous, but she couldn’t find the words to refute him. This man was a pro at being


    unreasonable.


    “What do you mean, ‘I don’t even want my own home‘? I just…just…”


    Rosalie struggled to find the right words. After a moment’s pause, she said, “You’re right. This is my


    home. It’s absolutely eptable for me to stay here. Perhaps I shall do just that tonight.”


    Since she couldn’t out talk him, she decided to just go all out.


    Rosalie didn’t see Theodore’s eyes glint upon hearing what she said, as his head was lowered–like


    dark clouds giving way to a ray of sunshine that peeked through. The corner of his lips lifted.


    However, this was just for a split second. He regained hisposure, and when he looked up once


    more, his face was expressionless.


    “This is your home, and you can do anything you please. I, on the other hand, am an outsider. I


    should be the one leaving.”


    With that, Theodore stood up, put on his shirt that was lying next to him, and walked out of the door


    step by stubborn step.


    Rosalie looked at his retreating figure, and simply watched in in silence until he walked out.


    When Theodore reached the door, he stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowing. He turned around


    and saw Rosalie still standing by the bed, unmoving.


    Doubt shed past his eyes…


    Why wasn’t she stopping him from leaving?