Theodore smiled bitterly. He said no further but lowered his head, looking as though he was crying.
Rosalie lifted a hand and patted his back gently, trying to comfort him. She didn’t know what to say right now. Be it comforting or cruel words, she would only end up making him sadder-because she could never go back to him.
Even without Sebastian in the picture, she wouldn’t go back to Theodore.
Theodore was stuck in a never-ending cycle of sorrow, unable to walk out of it no matter how hard he tried. Nothing she said would be able to help him, unless he managed to figure things out himself and let go of things.
*Had you known things would come to this, would you have done things differently? she asked.
People were often like this, never treasuring the things they had and only caring for them when they lost it.
Rosalie really didn’t want to go back to Theodore. It was no longer a question of love. Just the mere thought of it hurt her immensely.
It wasn’t just the two of them-it wasn’t just between her and Theodore. There was Cynthia stuck in between, and three’s a crowd. Even if Theodore abandoned Cynthia for her, she wouldn’t dare believe him. After all, she had already been lied to once.
Strictly speaking, Theodore didn’t exactly lie to her. He had made it very clear before they got married, but Rosalie didn’t know that he was still in contact with Cynthia. He claimed to be going for work trips, but was in fact with Cynthia.
It hurt Rosalie deeply, and she told herself that she wouldn’t allow it to happen ever again.
She felt a cool breeze against her cheeks. Autumn had quietly crept up, and the temperature was dropping slowly. Time was passing slowly and whizzing past in a flash at the same time.
Rosalie wrapped her arms around her chest, and inhaled sharply.
Theodore looked up, and saw Rosalie shivering in the cold. He immediately took off his jacket, and draped it over her shoulders.
Let’s go back to the car, he suggested.
Rosalie nodded as they both did so. It felt warmer in the car. She removed the jacket, and put it aside.
Theodore started the engine, and drove off. When they arrived at the entrance of the hospital, he parked in the car park.
He turned to ask Rosalie. How’s Sebastian?
Her silence made him add, Since you believe I’m not the one who caused him to become like this, all the more I wouldn’t hurt him now. I want to know how he is now not because I’m concerned for him, but because I’m concerned for you.
*Thank you for your concern, Rosalie said flatly. He’s fine. We’re just waiting for him to make a full recovery. Things are good the way they are now-me taking care of him, and you taking care of Cynthia. We each have enough on our hands.
What was the point of Theodore saying so much to her, claiming to love her and regret all he did? At the end of the day, he was by Cynthia’s side.
All his words meant nothing, when one action of his proved otherwise.
Rosalie just didn’t want to continue harping on things between Theodore and Cynthia. She wouldn’t go back to him, anyway. Things between him and Cynthia were none of her business.
*Really? He’s really doing well? Theodore thought Rosalie didn’t look too good.
Sometimes, the caretaker’s state is a reflection of the patient’s condition.
Yes. A miracle occurred and he escaped death. Things will only get better for him.
Rosalie didn’t want to share details about Sebastian with Theodore. What did Sebastian’s condition have to do with him, anyway?
She wouldn’t casually share details about Sebastian’s condition to others now, just as how she didn’t casually share details about her and Theodore’s past marriage to others.
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