"I''m going home. It''s gettingte, she''ll get worried if I go back homete."


    "Who will get worried?" Sydney asked. She sighed loudly, and shook her head helplessly.


    "Mom, I''ve got to call Rose and tell her that I''m at... I''m with my mom. I can''t let her have the wrong idea."


    Theodore pulled his phone out of his pocket, and scrolled to Rosalie''s number.


    Rosalie''s number was the first on Theodore''s list of contacts. He specifically added a letter ''A'' in front of Rosalie''s name so she would be listed as the first contact.


    He was so drunk, he couldn''t see the words on the screen clearly. He scrolled up and down and clicked randomly on the screen, but realized he pressed on the wrong number.


    When he called the number, he put the phone to his ear.


    An agitated voice sounded through the phone. "Theo, it''s sote. What''s the matter? Are you missing me?"


    Theodore found it strange to hear this voice. He looked at his screen, and saw the name reflected on it.


    How did "Rose" turn into "Cynthia"?


    He furrowed his brows in irritation.


    "Why did you pick up Rose''s phone? Are you two together?"


    “What?” Cynthia asked, confused. "Theo, what are you talking about? Didn''t you call me?”


    "Who called you? Give Rose her phone back. Don''t just answer her calls, she''ll get mad. You''re being rude like this.” Theodore''s voice was filled with reproach.


    Cynthia could sense that Theodore was drunk. "Did you have a drop too much? Theo, where are you right now?" Sydney could stand it any longer, and snatched Theodore''s phone from his hand and hung up.


    "Mom, what are you doing?"


    Theodore said with furrowed brows.


    "I''m


    end the call? She''ll get maday just


    talking to Rose, why did


    "You didn''t call Rose, you called Cynthia, you idiot!"


    Sydney really wanted to pull his ear and make him take a good look which number he actually called just now.


    Cynthia''s name was nearer the end


    of Theodore''s contact list, given her family name started with ''Z''. However, Theodore was in such a daze that he somehow scrolled to the end of his contact list and called her number.


    "Cindy?" Theodore smacked his forehead. "I''ll try again, then."


    He snatched his phone back, wanting to call Rosalie. Just then, Cynthia texted him.


    Sydney noticed it, and grabbed the phone immediately. The text was mushy and pretentious.N?velDrama.Org content rights.


    [Theo, if you''re in a bad mood,


    pleasee to me. I''ll be d to be


    your emotional garbage dump. Don''t


    keep things to yourself. Even if the


    whole world doesn''t love you


    e


    anymore, I''m still around. I love you,


    and I trust you love me too.


    Sydney shuddered, and almost puked. Cynthia Zeller really was disgusting!


    Sydney continued holding onto Theodore''s phone, and unceremoniously typed out a reply.


    [Who would love someone like you? Scram!]


    After sending the text, she blocked Cynthia''s number without hesitation.


    After doing everything she wanted on her son''s phone, she stuffed his phone back into his arms, finally satisfied. "Mom, what did you text just now?"


    Theodore saw his mother jabbing away at his phone screen just now, but couldn''t see the contents of her text.


    Sydney smirked. "Nothing, just showing her some concern."


    "Oh," Theodore said, looking disinterested in any conversation pertaining to Cynthia. "What...what did I want to do just now?" Theodore seemed to have forgotten about everything, including how much alcohol he drank just now.