"Theodore, I really won''t care about you if you refuse to open the door. I won''t owe you anything even if I walk away right this moment."


    However, it remained silent in the room.


    "Fine. Forget it if you refuse to open the door. I''ll leave and go to Seb. I''ll hug him and kiss him, and even sleep with him," Rosalie said in a huff before turning to leave.


    The door opened with a bang, and a tall figure charged forward like an arrow released from a bow.


    Theodore hugged Rosalie tight from behind, yelling, "I won''t allow that! Never!"


    He was as clingy as a child, almost trying to fold her into his embrace.


    "I won''t allow you to go looking for Sebastian!"


    Rosalie struggled against his hold, and realized it was futile. She furrowed her brows. "Theo, let me go."


    "I won''t! I forbid you to go!"


    "Theodore Spencer, what right do you have to stop me? He''s my husband!"


    "I just forbid it."


    "It doesn''t work that way. You have no say over our affairs."


    "I just want to have a say in it. I forbid you to kiss him, hug him, and sleep with him! If you insist on going, I''ll go with you. The three of us can sleep together!"


    Rosalie''s head buzzed with Theodore''s words. She was furious, but she also found it all hrious. This man had lost all reason, and could even say something so dastardly.


    "Are you mad? Do you know what you''re saying?"


    “I know, I said that the three of us can sleep together. Whatever it is, he can forget about taking advantage of you!"


    Rosalie couldn''t find it in herself to refute him. "Theodore Spencer, let me go!"


    "I won''t!"


    "Who asked you to refuse to open


    the dn''t you ask me to


    leave?


    w that I''m leaving, you''re


    stopping me from doing that What


    exactly do you want?"


    He had always been like this, saying things he didn''t mean, divorcing her and then pestering her, making her leave and then hugging her and refusing to let go.


    "I don''t want you to leave anymore. I take it back." Theodore buried his head in her neck as tears flowed down his cheeks, wetting the hollow of her neck.


    Rosalie felt tickled by what he was doing. She turned her face away, struggling against his hold with all her might. "Let me go! You''re hurting me!" Her ims of being hurt made Theodore release her in a panic.


    He turned her around, and anxiously checked her from head to toe. "What''s the matter? Where does it hurt? Tell me, and I''ll rub it and blow on it for you."


    Then, he rubbed his face gently against her neck and blew at it.


    Rosalie pushed his face away. "Alright, don''t be like this. You''re acting like a child. You''re a 26-year-old adult. People willugh at you when they see you like that. Don''t forget your status."


    Even ordinary people would getughed at if they behaved like this, not to mention Theodore. Had the paparazzi snapped a photo of him, he would probably find himself in the headlines!


    "Let themugh. I don''t care!"


    "You don''t, but Grandma does. You''re her only grandson, so she''d be thoroughly embarrassed with you being seen in this state!"


    Theodore was filled with indignation. "You only care about Grandma, and not for me at all."


    "Enough with this. Stop fooling around ande back with me!" Rosalie grabbed his arm, wanting to take him away.


    Theodore broke free from her hold. "I''m not going."


    "What exactly are you up to?" she asked, enraged.


    "I want you!" Theodore said in a huff as he red at her.


    "You..."


    Rosalie was so angry, she was at a loss for words. She wanted to punch him so badly!Còntens bel0ngs to N?(v)elDr/a/ma.Org