"Theodore Spencer, I''m really going to ignore you if you continue being like this."


    "You''re angry," Theodore said, tears in his eyes. He stepped forward, and pulled her in his embrace. "Don''t be mad at me. I was wrong."


    Rosalie was speechless right now. This man was behaving unreasonably just a second ago, and now, he was apologizing. He was being so two- faced, it wasn''t like him at all.


    Was this what he really was like, and that she just had never realized it? Or did hepletely change after the divorce?


    Rosalie sighed helplessly.


    "You told me not to get mad at you, but everything you''re doing is making me angry. Can''t you just stop it?"


    Theodore wiped the tears away from his eyes. He suddenly grabbed her hand, lifted it up, and held it against his cheek.


    "Rose," he said, "you wanted to hit me, didn''t you? Hit me, I won''t stop you."


    He grabbed her hand, and hit it against his face.


    "Hit me hard, hit me however you like, as long as it can appease your anger."


    "Theo, don''t be like this. Let me go!" Rosalie said.


    "Hit me. You wanted to p me before, didn''t you? Do it! p me now, I''m begging you! Hit me, okay?"


    He really wanted Rosalie to beat him up good, even to the point of bleeding. Perhaps she should just beat him up to death.


    "I don''t want to p you. Let me go," Rosalie repeated.


    Before, she had wanted to p him before in a moment of anger. Thankfully, Theodore reacted quickly enough and grabbed her hand. Otherwise, the consequences would have been dire.


    Rosalie knew he wouldn''t do anything to her, but the thing was, she wouldn''t be able to forgive herself for that.


    When she pped Theodore before,


    she didn''t feel the surge of


    happiness that came from revenge only endless pain and sorrow That sorrow wasn''t because her heart ached for him, but because she found herselfughable.


    What was the point of hitting him? What had happened, had happened. They couldn''t go back to the past.


    "I won''t hit you, Theo. I don''t want to hit you at all. Don''t be like this!"


    Rosalie was on the verge of tears. She was so frustrated with this man, it made her helpless.


    She felt like she was taking care of an exceedingly difficult child. She couldn''t imagine how things would be if the baby inside her tummy right now was a mini version of him. That would be terrible!


    The tears in Rosalie''s eyes made Theodore slowly release her hand. He lowered his head morosely, and muttered, "Sorry, baby." "How much did you drink?" Rosalie asked. She couldn''t imagine how much he drank at one shot during the ten minutes he left.


    "Not much," Theodore said as he copsed on the floor. His brows were furrowed, and he was breaking out in cold sweat. "Theo!" Rosalie rushed forward and knelt on one knee, trying to flip him over. "What''s the matter?"


    Theodore held her hand tight. “Rose, I''m in so much pain. Can you hug me?"Content rights belong to N?velDrama.Org.


    Rosalie looked at the pained expression on Theodore''s face, which didn''t look feigned.


    "Come on, I''ll take you to the hospital."


    "I don''t want that. Hug me, won''t you? Please..."


    He was in such miserable pain.


    "Why are you saying such things at a time like this? We must get to the hospital right now!"


    "I''m not going. Just let me die."


    "What good does your death do to anyone? Do you think my heart will break, and be in pain for the rest of my life for you after you die? I''m telling you, that won''t happen. If you died, a be ted because I can live happily ever after with Sebastian. I''ll bring him to your tombstone, and we''ll dance, kiss, and get it on right in front of it!"