NovelEnglishHis lips rubbed the tip of her nose, but he wasn't sure if it was an accident or a deliberate move on his part.
Rosalie's lips moved as she pouted, her brows furrowing slightly as she turned around and continued sleeping on her side.
Theodore's lips gently caressed her cheeks. He felt a surge of electricity coursing through his veins.
Rosalie felt something in her dreams, but her eyelids were so heavy, she couldn't open them.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTheodore continued holding Rosalie in his arms, his elbows on both her sides. He was so close to her that their breaths mingled.
Despite his back injury, he felt as though all his discomfort vanished at that moment.
Theodore reluctantly straightened himself up, and tucked her into the sheets. He swept her bangs away from her face, and stood up to stare at her by her bedside for a long time.
He did so all the way until Sydney walked over and stood behind him, and both of them stared at the woman in deep sleep on the bed. They felt like guardian angels watching over her. After a while, Sydney turned her back to glance at Theodore.
His eyes looked so serious that even Sydney, as his mother, found it mesmerizing.
Why in the world did they get divorced? Was Theodore out of his mind? Sydney lifted a hand, and waved it in front of Theodore.
Theodore grabbed her hand, and pulled it down. He glanced at his mother in silence, worried that any noise might wake Rosalie up.
Sydney said in hushed tones, "You're spacing out." Theodore turned to leave the room without a word.
Sydney followed behind him.
After shutting the door to Rosalie's room, the two of them walked to the hall.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTheodore was the first to break the silence. "What exactly did you make her do last night? Why didn't she sleep at all?" "What, trying to interrogate me?" Sydney crossed her arms before her chest. "Why do you keep thinking that I'm bullying her?" "What do you mean, I keep thinking? You picked on her for no apparent reason the last time," Theodore argued. "Since I picked on her the last time, I'll keep picking on her forever. Is that it?" "You know best your answer to that." "That's right, I do." Sydney was getting upset that her well-meaning intentions were getting twisted and misunderstood. Her fool of a son was so protective over his wife! "Why don't I wake Rosalie up right now so you can ask her yourself if she was the one who crushing over here and asked to be bullied? She loves getting bullied, doesn't she?" Sydney was about to walk to Rosalie's room when Theodore stopped her. "Don't disturb her from her rest." "What do you want from me, then?" Sydney's arms slumped to her sides. "Do you want to givea huge scolding, like you did the last time?"
Sydney sounded calm and her face betrayed no emotions, but it didn't mean that what didn't affect he last there the words he uttered then were a knife that pierced through her heart. Her mention of what happened last tstunned Theodore. He stood rooted to the spot, silent.
After a long time, he said, "I'm not trying to blanyone. I just want to know what exactly she did last night. What documents did you give to her?" "I've already said that she wants to read them herself. Why else would I bother doing this? What can I gain from this?" Sydney was slightly annoyed at her son's accusations. She wasn't angry at Rosalie, but more so at Theodore, and even more so at herself.
Why shouldn't she, especially given the terrible state that her relationship with her own son was in? The rage in his mother's eyes made Theodore realize he had overstepped his boundaries.
He forced himself to keep calm, and asked, "What documents was she reading?" "They're over there," Sydney said as she pointed in a direction. "Go check them out yourself if you want."
Theodore walked into the study and saw many documents on the table. He randomly pulled out one and flipped through it, and noticed the notes Rosalie scribbled in the notebook. X
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