She should be stopping him from leaving and helping him back on the bed, sitting by his side and


    showing him concern, her heart softening for him.


    Yet, why did she look so cold?


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    Rosalie shrugged. “Aren’t you leaving? Why are you asking me that?”


    Rosalie had seen through him. He had been ying this game for so long, she would be a fool if


    she didn’t realize what he was trying to do.


    For a moment, she had thought Theodore was being serious and found him pitiful. But now, she


    realized that he was just putting on an act with his excellent acting chops.


    The two of them stood where they were, staring at each other, a wide, gaping distance between


    them.


    “I’m really leaving,” Theodore said hastily, still in disbelief that she didn’t stop him.


    ‘She’s so vicious!‘ he thought.


    “Go on,” Rosalie said, being ruthless through and through. She crossed her arms and sat on the


    bedside, looking leisurely at him.


    Theodore gritted his teeth and stepped out, but she remained resolutely unmoving.


    Finally, he walked out into the corridor. He stopped in his tracks, and tried to listen out for any signs


    of movement in the room.


    s, there was none.


    There were no signs of her chasing after him whatsoever. This vicious woman was really bent on


    ignoring him!


    ‘Hmph


    So be it. It’s no big deal! Since this home has no ce for me, I’ll leave and never turn back!‘ he


    thought bitterly.


    Rosalie’s brows furrowed when she heard no signs of movement outside the door.


    Did Theodore really leave?


    He was still wounded, so how was he going to go back home? Was he going to drive or call his


    driver?


    If he insisted on driving back home himself… What if he met with an ident along the way?


    He was injured. Why did she have to be so calctive with this pitiful but headstrong child?


    Vexed by that thought, she immediately stood up to head out. Suddenly, a figure entered the room.


    She quickly sat back on the bedside, acting as though nothing happened, her arms still crossed in,


    front of her chest.


    Theodore rushed forward and red at her, fuming.


    “Are you just going to let me go and not stop me from leaving me?! What if something happens to


    me? Don’t forget that I’m still injured,


    and it hurts like hell!”


    Once again, Theodore looked like a frustrated wifeining to her bastard husband who cared


    nothing for her. He was on the verge of


    tears.


    Rosalie smirked. “Didn’t you insist on leaving?”


    “Since when did I insist on leaving? You were clearly the one who chased me away!”


    Theodore looked like he was faced with the greatest injustice in the world, his chest heaving as he


    panted heavily. He was behaving as


    though she had done something grievous to him.


    Rosalie was utterly confused.


    Since when did she chase Theodore away? He was being unreasonable again. How old exactly was


    he?


    She realized, perhaps she had been spoiling him too much.


    All of his bad habits were her fault.


    She stood up from the bed.


    “I repeat: I did not chase you away. I’m now giving you a choice. You either stay here, be good and


    stop being ridiculous, or you leave for good and I won’t stop you. Anyway, it’s not like you have


    nowhere else to go. Don’t forget that we’re divorced. I’m no longer your wife, sweetie. I won’t allow


    you to do anything you please.”


    Rosalie’s tone was like that of an adult threatening a child, tender but menacing.


    After over ten seconds, Theodore walked over and sat down by her side obediently. He was as


    well–behaved and quiet as a dog, with no signs of his previous ridiculous actions.


    “That’s the way,” Rosalie said as she patted his shoulder. “Don’t be unreasonable again, okay?”


    Theodore nodded obediently.