Rosalie sighed. “Just listen to yourself! Don''t say such things anymore. Oh, yes. Grandma called me, but I didn''t tell her about your operation. Don''t tell her that first. I''ll cover up for you about the wedding."


    "Thanks. I was too rash."


    After sobering up, Theodore realized how rash he had been at the wedding. However, he didn''t really regret what he did.


    If he had another chance, he might do the same thing. People often did rash things, and life was bound to have its highs and lows, like the waves on an electrocardiogram of a living heart.


    "You finally realized how rash you were," Rosalie said coldly. "Youpletely threw caution to the wind when you were drunk."


    "I''m sorry. I won''t do it again."


    The guilty look on Theodore''s face and his apology made Rosalie''s heart soften, but only by a little. Reason told her she couldn''t soften her stance toward him.


    "You''re always like this, apologizing after making a mistake."


    Theodore looked innocently at her. "Should I remain stubborn, then?"


    Rosalie said helplessly, “Alright, let''s not argue over this now. Things got quite serious this time. The doctor said you can''t drink alcohol over the next three years, or your stomach will be in big trouble. You''ll never be able to take solid food."


    "Is that so?" Theodore smirked.


    His indifferent expression infuriated Rosalie. "Theodore Spencer, you have an attitude problem right now!"


    Theodore looked at her. “What kind of attitude should I disy right now? Should I be miserable and very guilty?" "How could you not treasure your own health? Do you know how severe the situation is?" Rosalie said furiously. "I do."


    "Then why did you still drink so


    much, despite knowing how bad it is for your stomach? You torture yourself over and over again! Did you forget that you were previously hospitalized? That was only a while ago! You''re only hurting yourself." Text property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    "Then why are you so angry?" Theodore said angrily, "I''m hurting my own body. Since you don''t love me and don''t care about me, why are you still getting angry about it?"


    "I..."


    "Don''t say that it''s because of Grandma. I don''t believe a word of that!"


    Rosalie suddenly stood up and red at him. After a long time, she walked past the bed to the windows, and pulled open the curtains with a whoosh. She looked outside, then took a deep breath to calm herself down.


    "So, you did it on purpose. You tortured yourself just to see me angry, because you think my heart will soften when you''re in pain. For


    I


    all I know, you''re probably mocking me for being upset each time you end up like this. Is this what you''re thinking?"


    "I''m not mocking you," Theodore said in all seriousness. "Not at all."


    Rosalie turned away. "Even if you''re not mocking me, you''re humiliating me. Even if that''s not what you think, everything you''ve done feels humiliating to me."


    She clenched her fists.


    "Since you enjoy disregarding your


    ver


    health like this, I have no choice. Your body is your own, and it''s your own problem if you don''t care about it. Seeing you like this only disappoints me further. As it turns out, you''re so weak and vulnerable."


    With that, Rosalie turned around and stormed to the door.


    She didn''t want to care about Theodore anymore. She would leave him be, and it was up to him whether he wanted to live or die. It would be none of her business.