Rosalie stared at him in silence.


    What else did he want her to say? Did he want her to go crazy and yell at him uncontrobly? Would having a woman he didn''t love go crazy for him make him feel superior?


    Theodore''s arms fell to his side. He took a few steps back, widening the distance between them, his eyes looking morose.


    He said in a low voice, "Bring those secrets you refuse to tell me to your grave. You''re right. Even if you told me the truth, it wouldn''t change anything."


    Rosalie clenched her fists, feeling anger rise in her chest. She felt like a fool being toyed by him, letting him have his way with her. He gave her hopes and then dashed them so heartlessly, sending her straight to emotional hell.


    He was always like this, toying with her feelings and then pretending to be innocent.


    That was Theodore Spencer, a man she had loved for so many years.


    Rosalie raised a hand, and pped him. She pped him hard.


    Theodore felt his cheek go numb. He rubbed his cheek gently with his fingers and looked nonchntly at the woman before him, whose eyes were burning with rage.


    Rosalie''s palm went numb, too. After the numbness faded, she felt the bone-piercing pain set in. She really wanted to charge forward and tear him into pieces.


    She turned around, opened the door, and left the washroom. If she didn''t flee, she might lose control of herself, leaving herself with no shred of dignity left.


    Rosalie returned to the dining room. She lookedpletely fine, as if nothing had happened before. However, she didn''t want to stay there one bit. "Mom," Rosalie said as she stopped next to Sydney.


    Sydney noticed that Rosalie looked a little pale, slightly different from before she went to the washroom. "What''s the matter?"


    "I want to go home."


    "Right now?" Sydney asked. "But we aren''t done eating yet."


    "Go ahead and finish the meal. I''ll head back by myself."


    She didn''t want to stay here a second longer.


    "But how will you head back by yourself? I drove you here. Do you want to drive my car?"


    "That works," Wesley said eagerly. "Rose, drive your mom''s car. I''ll send your mom back once we''re done."


    Wesley seized the opportunity the moment he saw one.


    Sydney nced coldly at him and said nothing, but her gaze was as sharp as a de and seemed to pierce through Wesley''s heart. He immediately kept his mouth shut; he looked down, and kept quiet.


    "Don''t worry about it," Rosalie said with a smile. “I can hail a cab by the roadside.”


    Sydney countered, “It''s quite a


    a


    get to where you


    cab What happened to you that you have to leave right now


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    Before Rosalie could answer Sydney, Theodore walked over.


    Sydney and Wesley both noticed a red mark that resembled a palm on Theodore''s cheek.


    They knew even without asking that Rosalie was the one who pped him, and that something definitely happened between them just now. Sydney had a bad feeling about things.


    Theodore walked over to the three of them, standing tall and confidently, as if nothing had happened. His face wasemotionless, and he


    sued very


    calm.


    Sydney put down her fork, and said coldly, "Theo, do you have something to say?"


    "Yes, I do," Theodore stepped forward, and his gazended straight on Rosalie.


    Rosalie avoided his gaze, her eyes


    dim.


    He had said it all in the washroom. His answer was proof enough.


    Anything else he said was meaningless to her.