It really was surveince footage from that day at the restaurant. It clearly showed how Theodore didn''t use any force, and simply shook Sebastian''s hand away.


    When Sebastian saw Rosalie behind Theodore, he deliberately fell backward and even hit the wall.


    The footage clearly showed how Sebastian did it deliberately, and it wasn''t Theodore who pushed him.


    The footage even caught the provocative and smug smirk on Sebastian''s face when Rosalie med Theodore for the incident. It was a thoroughly wicked expression.


    Sebastian''s heart raced as anxiety shed past his eyes. That damned Theodore really was a thorn in his flesh!


    ''No way,'' Sebastian thought. He couldn''t let Rosalie see this message. If she did, things would be terrible.


    He wanted to delete the message and pretend nothing had happened, but on second thought, it wasn''t a good idea.


    A man like Theodore would find all ways to pester Rosalie and bug her about this issue. If she found out someone had deleted the messages, she would surely suspect something. Even if he could delete the messages Rosalie received, he wouldn''t be able to delete those messages from Theodore''s phone.


    Perhaps because of his guilty conscience, Sebastian instinctively felt nervous. However, he reminded himself not to panic. Since he managed to intercept the message, he had an advantage in seeing this before Rosalie did. It was certainly better than her seeing this before him and questioning him about it.


    Sebastian calmed himself down, took a deep breath, and marked the messages he just read as unread.


    He returned to the room, put Rosalie''s phone back on the bedside table, and left her room.


    By the time Rosalie woke up, it was almost noon. She was famished. She nced at the clock, and got out of the bed in a hurry. She quickly washed up and left the room.


    She found out from the servants that Sebastian was in his room, and made a beeline for him.


    She knocked on Sebastian''s door. "Seb, are you there?"


    There was no response from inside.


    elet


    Rosalie felt a little worried, and opened the door. The moment she entered the room, she saw Sebastian with a napkin in hand, as if wiping tears from his face.


    Rosalie furrowed her brows, and walked over at once.


    "Seb," she asked, "What''s the matter? What happened? Are you having a headache again?"


    Sebastian avoided Rosalie''s gaze,Published by N?v''elD/rama.Org.


    and hid the napkin away from her sight. m fine, you don''t need to


    CUMS


    worry. My eyes are just...stinging a little."


    "Your eyes are stinging? Let me see.” Rosalie turned his face toward her, and stared right into his eyes. She found them red and swollen. "Let me bring you to the hospital to check it out. You might be having an allergic reaction."


    "I''m fine," Sebastian said as he grabbed her hand. "I''ll be fine after a while. I''m really alright."


    "Seb," Rosalie said as she crouched down. "Tell me what exactly is going on. You''re making me worried like this."


    "..."


    Sebastian''sposure crumbled. "Rose, I''m sorry. There''s something I must apologize to you for."


    "What must you apologize to me for?" She racked her brain for the answer, but couldn''t think of a single thing that Sebastian did to let her down.


    "I don''t dare to tell you. I''m afraid you''ll get angry at me, and think of me as a bad person."


    He looked weak and vulnerable, just like a child overwhelmed with anxiety.


    Rosalie stood up, feeling ufortable crouching down for so long. She pulled a chair over, and sat by his side.


    "Seb, tell me about it. Let me know what''s going on. Don''t be so worried first."