Rosalie furrowed her brows, and changed the subject. "What about Cynthia? How''s she doing?"


    She thought the mention of Cynthia, the woman he cared about, would excite him and prevent him from losing consciousness. However, Theodore turned his head, and red at Rosalie.


    "She''s lying on the hospital bed with people taking care of her all day. I haven''t seen her for a very long time," he said coldly.


    "Is that so? Why?" she asked.


    Although she really didn''t want to talk about Cynthia, she had to find something to chat about with him to keep him awake.


    He was Grandma''s only grandson. If anything happened to him, she would certainly freak out.


    "Because I miss you. I couldn''t control my emotions and bring myself to see other women," he said.


    Rosalie''s grip tightened over the steering wheel. "That''sughable. People call this being unhappy with what you have."


    When he was married to Rosalie, he got himself involved with Cynthia. Now that they were divorced and he could be with Cynthia, he ended up getting entangled with his ex-wife. Wasn''t that being unhappy with what he had?Text property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    Or was it that men are always discontent?


    "Yeah." Theodore smiled self-derisively. "I''m just being unfaithful. I''ve paid the price, and lost the person I wanted the most."


    "Cynthia''s the one you want the most. Since you decided that at the start, don''t regret your decision. There''s no point in regrets.” "Yes, there''s no point. Rose..."


    Theodore called her name, but said nothing after that.


    Rosalie was driving, and couldn''t look at him. When she navigated to a junction with lighter traffic, she turned around to nce at him.


    "Theo?" She found him with his eyes shut.


    She hurriedly nudged him.


    "Don''t sleep!"


    Rosalie was unable to wake him up.


    His condition had be so severe. Did he know how to take care of his stomach or not?


    Rosalie stepped on the elerator, and sent Theodore to the nearest hospital.


    At the hospital, the doctor gave Theodore a thorough check-up. He had gastrointestinal perforation because he drank too much at one shot, and had to undergo ano operation immediately.


    Theodoreid on the bed as the medical staff hurried him toward the operating theater.


    "Rose... Rose!"


    "I''m here." Rosalie was following him, right next to the bed.


    "If I die, everything I own will be yours. Don''t worry, no one will fight with you for them.”


    "What do you mean, ''die''? They''re


    just patching up your gastric wallet fine. I''ll be waiting "Rosalie said solemtside


    for


    "Rose." Theodore struggled to lift his hand, wanting to hold her.


    Rosalie held his hand, only because he was about to go for a surgery. "You''ll be fine."


    “Rose, will I really still be able to see you after Ie out?"


    Rosalie nodded. "Yes."


    "Promise me I will see you."


    "Family members aren''t allowed


    BAY


    inside." There was a red line on the corridor outside the operating theater and family members weren''t allowed past it.


    Rosalie and Theodore''s hands slowly parted. She watched him being pushed into the theater until the heavy doors shut. She sighed.


    Just then, her phone rang. Pulling it out, she saw that it was Reba calling.


    She certainly heard about the wedding, as she would have been informed by them. They might even haveined to her.