Chapter 123
Rosalie went back to Theodore’s room, feeling uneasy. She laid down. beside him, and covered herself with the blanket.
She wasn’t sure if Anthony suspected anything. Anyway, there was nothing she could do now. So, she decided to take a nap first.
Over an hour later, Theodore groggily opened his eyes to find a woman sleeping soundly beside him. He shifted to face her, his slightly drunken gaze fixing on her.
Actually, a single bottle of wine wasn’t enough to render him unconscious.
He moved closer, gently wrapping his arm around her before closing his eyes again.
Rosalie had been asleep for about two hours when she woke up to find Theodore holding her, deeply asleep.
When had he embraced her?
Rosalie felt a bit dazed, but pushed aside any stray thoughts when she thought about their relationship. Worried he might sleep too long and have trouble at night, she gently nudged him.
“Theo, wake up.”
Theodore opened his eyes, still drowsy. “What’s up?”
“You should wake up. Are you feeling better? I’ll make some garlic soup for you. It’ll help with your hangover,” she said.
Theodore rolled over, lying on his back. “Then you have to feed me.”
+25 BONUS
Rosalie chuckled; Theodore was acting like a kid. She left the bed,
and headed to the bathroom to freshen up before going to the kitchen. She cooked up the garlic soup for Theodore, and brought it to the room.
Theodore was still in bed; all that wine must have taken its toll on him.
“Theo, have some soup.
“Feed me.
Rosalie chuckled at his childishness. “You want me to feed you? You’re not unconscious. Get up and drink it yourself, quickly.”
Theodore’s long eyelashes fluttered, and a hint of vulnerability -flashed in his eyes. “But didn’t you feed me last time?”
Remembering the last time he was drunk and she had to feed him, Rosalie blushed. “You’re not as drunk this time, right? Hurry up and drink it while it’s warm.”
There seemed to be a hint of disappointment in Theodore’s eyes. He sat up in bed and obediently took the garlic soup from her, drinking it down in one gulp. He did feel much better after drinking it.
Rosalie gently touched his forehead and cheeks. Suddenly, he
grabbed her hand and kissed it.
Startled, Rosalie quickly withdrew her hand, blushing. “What are you doing?”
“Kissing you,” he replied directly.
Rosalie frowned, feeling a bit annoyed. “Stop it. We’re getting
divorced.”
“Since we shouldn’t do this, why did you touch me first? You started it. I was just returning the favor,” he argued.
+25 BONUS
“I…” Rosalie was rendered speechless by his rebuttal.
She placed the empty bowl on the bedside table.
“I found out where Grandma’s resident register is. It’s in a box, but it’s locked. I know where the key is. Let’s work together this afternoon to get the resident register. If we can’t do it today, we’ll go for the divorce tomorrow. Either way, we can’t leave empty–handed.”
She seemed determined to get the resident register.
Theodore frowned, holding his slightly throbbing head as he lay back on the bed.
“What’s wrong?” Rosalie asked worriedly.
“I have a headache,” he replied, clutching the bedsheet like a sick child.
“I warned you not to drink so much at lunchtime, but you didn’t listen, she scolded gently.
Seeing him in discomfort, her concern grew.
“Drinking makes Grandma happy,” Theodore said softly, looking at her. “I can’t comfort her like you do. Just a few words from you, and she feels really happy.”
Rosalie sighed. “Fine, get up and wash your face. It might make your feel better.”
Theodore let Rosalie pull him up from the bed.