"I saw a man downstairs who looked furious. He drove off right before you came downstairs, crying while calling a name."


    Rosalie smiled helplessly at the young man''s mention of ''a man who looked furious''.


    How could he be angry? He told her so straightforwardly that he didn''t love her even after ten years. What did he have to be angry about?


    "Is that man your boyfriend?" the young man asked.


    "He..." Rosalie smiled bitterly. "He''s my ex-husband. We recently got divorced."


    "I see. Why are you still crying over him, then?"


    Tears were still hanging from the corners of her eyes as she smiled; a slightly bitter smile. "I... I''m not crying anymore. I won''t cry anymore from now on."


    "That''s the way. Don''t cry, miss. You look like a good person. That guy must be the one at fault. The divorce has nothing to do with you. You have to remain happy and positive."


    Rosalie looked up into his deep, dark eyes. "Why do you trust me so much? We haven''t known each other for more than a few minutes, and you think I''m not in the wrong?"


    "But of course," the young man said, nodding profusely. "You''re so beautiful. How could you possibly be in the wrong?"


    Rosalie burst outughing, tickled pink by his words.


    "Are beautiful people always in the right, then? My ex-husband is very good-looking, too. Why do you think he''s in the wrong?"


    "I like you, and I don''t like that good-looking bastard," the young man said sweetly. "You''re so beautiful, I''m sure you''ll be able to find a better man. Let''s not care about that bastard."


    His voice was akin to a stream of warm water, melting Rosalie''s heart and warming her up from within. It sounded pleasant and veryforting. It lifted her mood in an instant.


    “Thank you. I''ll keep your words in mind."


    "Exactly. Stay far away from that bastard. Bastards like him will never find happiness," the young man said, as if cursing his enemies.


    Rosalie opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but realized she didn''t know his name. "What''s your name?"


    "I''m Yerick Zeller."


    "Yerick Zeller," she repeated with a nod. "What a nice name."


    "Just call me Yerry."


    "Alright, Yerry. My ex-husband just doesn''t love me. He''s not apletely bad guy. Let''s not talk about him anymore. Anyway, we''re divorced and it''s all over."


    Although she sometimes really ''hates'' Theodore, she didn''t feel good hearing another person keep calling him a bastard.N?velDrama.Org content rights.


    It might be an instinctive desire to protect him, but it was more so because they were divorced and she found no need to speak badly about each other. An amicable split was good for everyone. Why the need to disparage one another?


    She didn''t feel happier hearing others catt him a bastard. She didn''t want to be someone who would denigrate an ex-partner after a breakup. That wouldn''t be decent of her.


    She had known this so-called bastard for ten years, after all-out of which they were married for one They had once lived together, their days sweet and harmonious. They


    even hugged each other to sleep at night.


    He had given her many painful memories, but also some of the happiest and sweetest moments of her life.


    Every tender affection he showed her was etched in her heart.


    That made the pain he caused her at the end even deeper.


    Rosalie was certain Theodore wouldn''t call her a witch behind her back. Things that happened between them weren''t so ck and white.


    "Alright, I won''t talk about him. But since things are over between you two, you should live your life well, especially since you''re pregnant," said Yerick. Rosalie''s heart leaped as she looked at him in shock. "How did you know that?"