In the car, Yerick sat quietly in the driver’s seat. Yvonne turned to glance at him. Is it alright if I call you Yerry?
Sure, Yerick replied with a smile. Miss Carter, you can call me whatever you like.
You’re calling me ‘Miss Carter?
Yes, Yerick nodded. Otherwise, would you prefer ‘Madam Carter?
Hearing Yerick’s sweet tone, Yvonne said, You can call me Yvonne.
I don’t do first name basis that casually, Yerick said stubbornly, turning to look out the window.
Yvonne curled up the corners of her mouth. So, it seems that you will only be on a first-name basis with Rose.
That’s for sure. There’s only one Rose, and I can’t be on a first-name basis with everyone, or I’ll be called a playboy, Yerick said with a sweet smile. Rose is so nice; I really like her. Only her.
Then, do you like my brother?
Yerick suddenly fell silent and looked at Yvonne in confusion. Why should I like your brother?
Does that mean you don’t like him?
Yerick pouted. I’m not telling you. It’s a secret.
Alright, but it’s clear you don’t like my brother.
He’s so outstanding. Whether I like him or not doesn’t matter. Are you unhappy because he’s your brother and I don’t like him?
Of course not.
Then, why? Are you afraid I might damage the relationship between your brother and sister-in-law?
Do you want to damage it? Yvonne could tell that Yerick wasn’t naive.
Perhaps in Rosalie’s eyes, he was like a younger brother, but that was clearly because Rosalie was biased. As the saying went, those directly involved were confused, while outsiders saw things clearly.
Yerick didn’t speak. Silence was the best answer in situations like these.
Don’t worry, even if you wanted to damage it, I wouldn’t say anything. If you really can make them divorce without hurting either of them, then I’d consider you impressive.
Yerick narrowed his eyes. From what you’re saying, you want them to get a divorce?
It’s just an offhand comment. What I mean is, if you want to do that, let’s see what you’re capable of.
Yvonne didn’t make it too obvious, but that was the gist of it.
The next day.
Although Rosalie had set an alarm to wake up early, she woke up before it went off. She checked the time; it was only seven.
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There were no missed calls, only some messages-one from Yvonne telling her she had gotten home and another from Yerick, but none from Theodore.
Three more hours. Theo, please call me. I’m begging you, Rosalie prayed silently. Sebastian walked into the ward holding breakfast.
He had originally entered cautiously, but saw that Rosalie was already awake. Rose, you’re awake. Why
t you sleep a little t
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Rosalie hid her phone. Seb, you’re up too.
Yes. I couldn’t sleep, so I got up early and bought breakfast.
Rosalie smiled. I can’t eat breakfast. I’m having surgery.
Oh, right. Sebastian lightly tapped his head. I forgot about that.
It’s alright, Rosalie said with a smile. You eat it yourself. Have more. You’ve been taking care of me, and it’s been tough.
It’s not. You stayed up all night
taking care of me when I was sick.
This is nothing, Sebastian said, gently stroking her head. Rose, don’t feel pressured. I’m treating you well because you treat me well. We take care of each other. That’s all we need.
At that moment, Rosalie’s phone vibrated. She immediately checked it, but her face fell upon seeing the message. It was an advertisement. She sighed softly, and set the phone aside.
Seeing Rosalie’s expression and her anxiousness when she checked her phone, it seemed like she was waiting for a call from someone. Are you waiting for someone to call or message you?
Rosalie forced a smile. Seb, I don’t want to hide it from you. I went to see Theodore yesterday.
What did you say? Sebastian’s expression turned cold. You went to see him? Did Yvonne take you?
Aside from that, he couldn’t think of how Rosalie would have gone.
Yes, Rosalie said. I begged Vonnie to take me. She didn’t want to, so I forced her because I had to see Theodore. Sebastian clenched his fists. Did you meet him?