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Yvonne brought Rosalie outside for some fresh air. After some walking, they sat on a bench.

“Rose, I heard Sebastian say that you’re married?”

Rosalie nodded. “Yes, I am.”

“You’re pregnant, too.”

“Yes, that too.”

Out of curiosity, Yvonne asked, “Who’s your husband?”

The mention of her husband gave Rosalie a dull pain in her chest.

“What’s the matter? Do you feel unwell?” Yvonne asked.

Yvonne noticed how frail Rosalie looked, and hoped she wouldn’t faint before her. She would be in trouble when her brother woke up

and found out what happened.

“I… I’m a little tired. I want to go back to my room and rest.”

“All right, then.”

Yvonne suddenly found Rosalie rather dull and boring. It seemed Sebastian fancied dull and boring women.

On the way back, Yvonne held Rosalie’s arm as she said, “You haven’t told me who your husband is

You already have a baby with him. Why

wouldn’t you tell me who he is?”

“He’s just an ordinary man. There’s nothing interesting about him.”

“Oh, is that so?” Yvonne said, not doubting her words.

One thing was for sure. The enthusiasm her brother exuded for

Rosalie hinted that they were more than just friends.

“Does Sebastian know your husband?”

“They don’t know each other very well,” Rosalie replied.

They merely fought with each other.

“Oh, I see. All right, then.” Yvonne didn’t pursue the matter further.

After the two of them went back, Rosalie returned to her room alone to get some rest. She was still feeling slightly dizzy from the fever last night.

Yvonne found staying home boring and stuffy, and headed out for some fun.

In the hospital, Cynthia had regained consciousness. However, she still felt very weak. However, she was thankful to find Theodore right. by her side the moment she opened her eyes.

*Theo.*

“Cindy, you’re awake.”

“Theo, I can’t believe I’m still alive. This is great. I thought I was dead.”

“You won’t die. I’ll find you a suitable heart donor, no matter what it

takes.”

“What did you say?” Cynthia was stunned to hear him mention heart donor. “Why are you looking for a heart donor for me? Am I…?”

Theodore sighed, and held her hand. “The doctor said you need at heart transplant. I’ll do everything I can to find a suitable heart donor as soon as possible.”

Cynthia remained silent for a long while as tears streamed down her face.

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“Theo, why do I have such a painful life? Having gone through a lung transplantation surgery, do I now have to do a heart transplant

surgery too? What should I do?” she sobbed.

“Don’t cry. You can’t cry now.”

Theodore began regretting telling Cynthia about it. However, it concerned her own body. She had the right to know about it.

“Don’t worry. No matter how much it costs, I’ll find a heart donor for you. You’ll be fine.”

Cynthia shut her eyes in agony. “But what if…you can’t find one? I don’t have much longer to live, do I?”

“No, we’ll definitely find one,” Theodore said firmly.

“Theo, do you still remember? You told me that if I survived the operation, you’d marry me. I did survive the operation, but my heart is failing. Will you still marry me?”

Theodore looked at her, so stunned that he was silenced for a long time.

“Theo…” Cynthia said as she grabbed his hand in agitation. “Are you going back on your word? In that case, don’t bother finding me a heart donor. Just let me die!”

In this world, Theodore was her only lifeline. If she couldn’t cling to him, she would rather die. She was bent on marrying him, even at the expense of her own life.

“I won’t go back on my word. Since I’ve given you my promise, I’ll

marry you.”

“Then tell me when,” Cynthia demanded in between sobs. “Don’t tell

me you’ll only do so after you find me a heart donor, and after the surgery is a success.”

“…”

That was precisely what Theodore wanted to say. Now that Cynthia had said it first, he was embarrassed to agree with it.

“Why are you silent? Is that really what you think?” Cynthia’s sobs grew louder. “Theo, I’m no fool! I know how difficult it is waiting for a suitable heart donor. For all I know, I might even die before your manage to find one. You just don’t want to marry me, which is why you’re trying to drag things out. If that’s the case, forget about finding a heart donor for me. I’d rather not have a heart than to sit here

listening to your empty promises!”

Cynthia turned her face away in pain.

“Theo, leave! I don’t want to see you again. Let me die alone, since no

one cares about me in this whole world anyway.”

Cynthia looked pitiful enough to begin with, and her sickly

countenance made her look even more miserable. Theodore couldn’t

bear to see her like this, and his heart broke for her.

“Don’t say that. Of course I care about you.”

“If you really do, you wouldn’t have lied to me time and time again. I feel like an idiot, stupidly believing your words and ending up disappointed each time. Had I known this would happen, I’d rather die

on the operating table.”

“Cindy, I forbid you to say that again Theodore said, his tone growing cold. “Don’t keep talking about death so easily.”

“Why are you allowed to make empty promises, but I can’t speak of death? Theo, I’m utterly disappointed in you. You’ll never marry me! You’ll never…”

“I will,” Theodore said with determination. “This time, I promise I will marry you.”

“Then give me a date,” Cynthia urged. “Don’t tell me it’ll happen after the heart transplant surgery. We don’t even have a clue where my heart donor is. I don’t want empty promises. I want concrete action!”

Theodore was forced to a corner.

“After a few more days, when you’re well enough to get out of bed, we’ll get married. I’ll order a wedding gown for you today.”

He couldn’t delay this any further. It was too difficult waiting for a suitable heart donor, and there may not be enough time left for Cynthia.

Cynthia was delighted to hear what he said. “Really?”

“Of course. This time, I won’t drag things out. I’ll give you a beautiful wedding, and make you Mrs. Spencer.”

This was the only thing he could give Cynthia.

“But… Someone else is currently Mrs. Spencer,” Cynthia said

dejectedly. “Aren’t you two still not yet divorced?”

“I’ll divorce her in the next two days. I won’t make you wait any longer. I swear, if I lie to you, I will…”

“Don’t,” Cynthia said, covering his lips with her hand and looking achingly at him. “Don’t swear. I can’t bear it if anything happens to

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Theodore gently removed her fingers from his lips, and said tenderly, Give me two days. I’ll make the divorce official, okay?”

Cynthia nodded. “Okay, I trust you. I’ll give you two days. If you’re still not divorced after two days, I really would rather die.”

When Theodore left Cynthia, she had fallen asleep due to exhaustion

Theodore sat in the lounge for a long time before finally pulling out his phone to call Rosalie. However, he found her phone switched off

Rose was probably furious with him.

Theodore was angry at himself for being unable to fulfill his promises to both her and Cynthia. He had made it clear that they wouldn’t be getting a divorce for the time being, yet now, things had taken such a drastic turn that he was on the verge of letting both of them down.

If he had to choose one of the two…

Theodore drove home, but didn’t find Rosalie there.

Anthony hadn’t seen Rosalie since this morning, and had no idea where she went either.

Theodore thought Rosalie might have gone to Rebecca’s, and gave his grandmother a call. She said that Rosalie wasn’t with her. Upon hearing that Rosalie was missing, she grew anxious and berated him.

Theodore didn’t want her worrying, and comforted her before heading off to search for Rosalie. He called multiple times, but her phone remained resolutely switched off.

Theodore was anxious and frustrated.

When Rosalie was trying to find him back then, his phone was switched off as well. He now understood what she felt when she couldn’t contact him no matter how hard she tried.

Suddenly, a person came to mind. His brows knitted.

After finding said person’s number, Theodore gave him a call.

Sebastian was still bleary from sleep when his phone rang, abruptly waking him up. He put his phone to his ear, and said hoarsely, “Hello

“It’s me,” Theodore greeted coldly.

The sound of Theodore’s voice jolted Sebastian up from the bed. Every bit of his drowsiness vanished. “It’s you. Why are you calling?”

“Do you know where Rose is?”

Sebastian furrowed his brows in disbelief. Theodore was actually calling him, clearly in an attempt to find Rosalie.

He was about to say that Rosalie was with him, but the thought that Theodore might make things difficult for Rosalie struck him.

So, he said, “Why would I know where your wife is? Don’t ask me if you yourself aren’t taking good care of her.”

“You’re in no position to tell me whether I’m taking good care of her

or not!” Theodore hissed, his voice laced with frustration.

“Then why are you calling me? Do you subconsciously think that Rose. prefers being with me than you?”

Sebastian’s voice was laced with pride, perhaps bolstered by his ego and competitive streak.

Fire burned in Theodore’s heart. However, thinking of his impending divorce with Rose, he knew there was no point in arguing with Sebastian. It would only make him look hypocritical. Thus, he decided

to keep quiet.

He was about to hang up when he heard the sound of someone knocking on a door.

“Sebastian, are you awake?”

Theodore heard the familiar voice, and his brows furrowed. He had heard that voice so many times, and was confident he didn’t hear it

wrongly.

“Carter! As I suspected, Rose is with you!”

Since Theodore had heard it, Sebastian decided to drop the facade. He said directly to the voice outside his door, “I’m awake. What’s the matter?”

“Nothing. I came to wake you up. I was worried you might end up unable to sleep at night if you napped for too long, and it might worsen your jet lag,” Rosalie said.

Getting awoken was more often than not a frustrating matter. However, Sebastian felt good, even happy, when Rosalie woke him up. The same thing done by a different person felt different indeed.

“Thank you. Please come in.”

“I don’t have anything else to say, so I won’t head in. Go ahead and wash up.”

Sebastian heard nothing more after that, and surmised that Rosalie had probably left.

Theodore remained silent over the phone for a long time before saying coldly, “When did she go?”

“Is the answer to your question very important to you? Aren’t you with Cynthia? Why hold on to such double standards?”

Theodore was tired of hearing about double standards, but he could find no words to refute Sebastian.

Indeed… On one hand, he was keeping Cynthia company. On the

other, he was annoyed by the fact that Rosalie was with another man.

He didn’t know why he felt this way, but he had fallen prey to every man’s tendency.

“Why are you looking for Rose? Do you need me to pass the phone to her?” Sebastian asked.

“No need,” Theodore said, a hint of ire in his voice. “Tell Rose that I’ll see her at the clerk’s office tomorrow at nine in the morning. I’ll bring our resident register along, and we’ll make our divorce official.”

Sebastian was stunned for a moment, unable to believe what he had just heard. He was about to say something, when Theodore hung up.

Sebastian knew they had been talking about a divorce since long ago, but it never happened due to various reasons.

Their talk of divorce was like the story of the boy who cried wolf. Sebastian had no idea when the wolf would really come, as much as he really wanted the wolf to come.

After washing up, Sebastian left his room.

Rosalie was busy arranging flowers. Their fragrance made her feel

much better.

Just then, the sound of footsteps made her turn her head. When she saw Sebastian, she shot him a warm smile that felt like a spring

breeze.

“You’re up.”

As Sebastian walked toward her, he towered over her like a huge. mountain, his shadow covering her entirely.

Compared to Theodore, however, his presence felt much warmer and less intimidating.

“Where did that brat go?” Sebastian asked.

Rosalie said, “She went out for some fun.”

Sebastian furrowed his brows in displeasure, his face icy. “That brat! How irresponsible of her to just run off for fun.”

Rosalie said with a smile, “She’s not irresponsible. She kept me company until I felt tired and went back to my room to rest. It’s fine. for her to head out for some fun. Don’t blame her.”

Sebastian suddenly sighed, a solemn look on his face.

Rosalie’s hand paused midair, a pair of scissors still in her grip. She looked up, and asked, “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“Something did happen, and it concerns you.”

“Me?” Rosalie put the scissors down. “What is it? Tell me.”

He looked so serious that it made Rosalie feel uneasy.

“Theodore called me just now. He’s looking for you.”

Rosalie froze, and stared at him in disbelief. After a long time, she snapped back to attention and forced a smile. “Is that so? To think that he called you.”

Her phone was switched off. She didn’t want anyone contacting her. Switching off all her electronic devices, reading and enjoying fresh air

outside, made her feel much better.

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“Why did he call you?” she pressed,

Theodore called Sebastian while he was with Cynthia. The only explanation for that was that he was trying to find her to no avail, and eventually resorted to calling Sebastian.

Rosalie could guess why he was looking for her so urgently,

Her eyes told Sebastian that she had guessed the reason for Theodore’s call. And so, he cut straight to the chase,

“He told you to meet him at the clerk’s office tomorrow at nine in the morning. He wants a divorce.”

The air around them froze, and Rosalie hung her head low. She continued clipping the stems of the flowers and sticking them in the

vase.

Suddenly, she smiled and said, “I got it.”

The inevitable finally came.

They had been talking about a divorce for so long. This time, she had a strong feeling that they were really going through with the divorce with no further delays.

Rosalie gritted her teeth, and her hands started trembling. She was smiling, yet her eyes began welling up with tears. She quick

arranged the flowers and put down the scissors, not bothering herself with her final outcome of her arrangement.

Til head home now and prepare for the divorce tomorrow.

“You don’t need to go home.” Sebastian said, sensing how upset she was. He didn’t feel good letting her go back home, where she was

bound to be alone.

Even if Theodore was there, he would probably be nasty to her.

“He said he’ll be bringing the resident register to the clerk’s office. You don’t need to go home. I’ll take you there tomorrow. It’s not far from here.”

“That’s not such a great idea,” Rosalie said with a forced smile.

She couldn’t bring herself to smile genuinely.

“Why not? You were planning to stay here for a few days. Don’t let this change your plans. That man isn’t worth it.”

Sebastian strongly believed that Theodore wasn’t worthy of Rosalie’s love. Still, he also knew that love is blind, and that true love wasn’t based on how worthy the other party was. That wouldn’t be true love.

Rosalie took a deep breath, and said, “You’re right. He’s not worth it. In that case…. I’ll go back to my room and get some rest.”

She suddenly felt nauseous. She clapped a hand over her mouth and rushed upstairs. Sebastian followed behind her, uneasy about leaving her alone.

Rosalie rushed into the washroom and crouched at the toilet bowl, throwing up almost everything she just ate.

Sebastian was about to approach her when she yelled, “Don’t come

over!”

Sebastian stopped right outside the door of the washroom, not daring

to head in.

Rosalie sprawled herself over the toilet bowl for a long time as she vomited until she almost went out of breath. She kept coughing in between, until she could no longer vomit anything out.

Then she flushed the toilet bowl and staggered to her feet, her hands holding the edge of the counter to steady herself. She began washing up and rinsing her face, forcing herself to remain alert. Tears trickled down her cheeks, mixing with the drops of water on her face.

She stared miserably at herself in the mirror. Her knees finally gave way, and she slumped on the floor.

Sebastian rushed forward and hugged her from behind, wrapping her tightly in his embrace. Concerned, he said, “Rose, are you okay?”

Rosalie leaned weakly against his chest, unable to move an inch–as

if her soul had been sucked out of her.

Sebastian hauled her up in his arms, returned to her bedroom, and put her gently down on the bed.

“Rose, if you’re upset, please talk to me. Don’t keep it to yourself,” he

consoled.

Rosalie was stupefied. She did not utter a single word; her eyes looked empty and soulless.

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Rosalie smiled self–derisively.

Sebastian remained silent. He knew the best thing he could do right now was just to listen to her.

He didn’t question her, which in turn made Rosalie speak even more.

“Guess what? I was even…jealous that Cynthia had his love. For a moment, I wanted to fight with Cynthia and see who would emerge the victor.”

Rosalie gripped the sheets, pain and fury rising from her heart. She was a living, breathing woman who loved Theodore with all her heart. How could she not be angry in such a situation? She couldn’t stop herself from thinking that way.

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Rosalie grit her teeth; large drops of tears fell from the corner of her eyes.

Sebastian furrowed his brows. As if infected by Rosalie’s mood, he felt a deep sorrow and compassion for her.

He stretched his arms out, wanting to hug her. However, she curled up into a ball–as if she were trying to isolate herself from the world, not letting anyone near.

If he hugged her right now, he would surely frighten her.

Sebastian eventually put his arms down.

“Rose, I’ll beat him up for you.”

That seemed to be the only thing Sebastian could do for her. He really wanted to beat Theodore up and curse at that man. Why didn’t Theodore treasure a woman so wonderful, whom others couldn’t have as much as they desired her?

At the same time, Sebastian wanted to curse himself for feeling thankful that Theodore was finally going to divorce Rosalie.

She would be a free woman tomorrow, no longer bound to another

man.

Theodore didn’t even know that Rosalie was carrying his child. From tomorrow on, she and her child would have nothing to do with him.

Rosalie wiped the tears away from her face, and shook her head. “No. need, but thank you.”

“Okay. If, someday, you ever want me to beat him up, tell me. I’ll be ready to do it.”

Sebastian was itching for a fight.

Rosalie nodded. “Okay.”

But that day would never come. Theodore would be nothing but a stranger after their divorce. She didn’t intend to ever see him again.

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No matter what Theodore did from then on, or how his relationship. with Cynthia would progress, it had nothing to do with her.

Everything that was bound to come to an end would end. When that time came, all the pain she was feeling right now would go away. She might need some transition time, but she would get better.

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Sebastian stood up. “Call me if you need anything.”

Rosalie nodded.

After Sebastian left, she laid down weakly on the bed, all alone. She looked ahead, her eyes empty and soulless as they glazed over.

Rosalie stayed in her room alone until it in the evening.

was seven She skipped dinner; there were many times Sebastian wanted to ask her what she wanted to eat for dinner, but he didn’t dare to bother her

since he knew she was in a bad mood.

Still, if she skipped dinner, he was worried that she might be starving. Her sorrow over Theodore, coupled with hunger, was going to be detrimental to her health–especially with her pregnancy.

After thinking through the options, he finally decided to knock on her door. “Rose, what do you want to eat for dinner?”

There was no response from the room.

After a moment’s silence, Sebastian went on, “Even if you don’t feel like eating, the baby needs nutrients. I’ll call you out for dinner once. it’s ready, all right?”

Silence.

“Since you’re not saying anything, I’ll take it as consent. Reply me when I call you later, okay?”

After ten whole seconds, Rosalie finally replied sullenly, “Okay.”

Sebastian heaved a sigh of relief and turned to leave.

The moment Yvonne returned home, the wonderful fragrance of food greeted her.

She followed the scent to the dining hall, and saw two dishes set out. on the table. They looked and smelled delicious, almost making her drool.

Although she had some food during her outing, her cravings returned at the sight before her. She leaned close to the food and took a whiff, her drool almost dripping in them.

Suddenly, a huge hand grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back hard. The back of her head was smacked–while it wasn’t painful, she could feel the hostility of the hand’s owner.

“You’re just like a dog drooling over food,” Sebastian berated.

Yvonne furrowed her brows, and rubbed the back of her head. Her brother treated her so violently.

She turned around, and saw Sebastian wearing an apron as he placed yet another dish on the table. She was surprised to see how virtuous and homely her brother looked.

If she hadn’t witnessed how vicious and ruthless her brother could be at work, frightening everyone around the meeting table, she would have thought that her brother was a genial gentleman. His handsome features were deceptive indeed.

Regardless, she could now confidently say that her brother was capable at both work and in the kitchen.

“You’re making dinner, Seb? I had no idea you knew how to cook!”

She had never seen him cook in her entire life.

“Do you know everything about me?” Sebastian countered coldly. What were you doing outside? You promised to keep Rose company, but you ended up going out for fun. You’re so irresponsible.”

“She went back to her room to rest, and I felt bored alone at home. Of course I had to go out for some fresh air! I’ve returned now, haven’t 1?” Yvonne retorted, slightly upset.

Sebastian was always only fierce to her, and never to Rosalie.

Sebastian shook his head, feeling hopeless. The logic his sister displayed was almost non–existent.

“Don’t touch the food,” Sebastian warned before returning to the kitchen.

Yvonne put her bag down, and followed him. “Seb, where’s Rose?” “She’s in her room.”

“I’ll go find her.”

“Stand right there,” Sebastian called out to her solemnly. “Don’t bother her.”

“What’s the matter? Is she made of glass, so fragile that she’s untouchable?”

Sebastian was being overly protective of Rosalie. He shouldn’t be treating his own wife like this, not to mention another man’s wife.

“Something happened, and she’s very sad right now. Don’t bother her,” Sebastian said.

Rosalle was probably feeling very emotional right now. Any careless word might just make her more upset.

“What happened?” Yvonne asked, curious. “I was just out for a couple of hours. Did you do anything to her?”

“What rubbish are you spouting?” Sebastian lifted his hand, poised to smack the back of her head again.

Yvonne hugged her head in fright, and took a few steps back. “Why would she be upset, then? The more violent you are, the more it

proves that you have a guilty conscience!”

Though she was frightened, she remained resolutely headstrong in

her words.

Sebastian put down his hand, and said helplessly, “She’s getting a divorce tomorrow.”

“A divorce?!”

Yvonne felt overwhelmed with all the information thrown at her since last night. Firstly, her brother brought a woman home and let her stay overnight. As it turned out, she was married and pregnant to boot.

Sebastian was protective and loving toward her, despite the child not being his. Had the child been his, his behavior would be even more exaggerated.

And now, this woman was getting a divorce. If this woman was in a relationship with Sebastian, she should be glad about the divorce. So, what exactly was going on?

It seemed this was a case of unrequited love for Sebastian. Rose, on the other hand, seemed to still be in love with that bastard of her husband.

Truly, good girls love bad boys.

At the pained look on her face, Sebastian could guess what was going on in Yvonne’s mind.

“Don’t let your imagination run wild. Things aren’t what you think

are.”

“So, what is it?”

Sebastian was still preparing the soup, which needed some time. He turned to look outside the door. When he confirmed that no one was there, he whispered in hushed tones, “Her husband is nasty to her, and now wants a divorce because of another woman. He doesn’t even know that she’s pregnant. Do you understand now?”

“Huh?!” Yvonne was gobsmacked. “My god, that’s terrible for her! Who’s her husband?”

“You don’t need to know that,” Sebastian said coldly. “I told you all that so you’ll know why you shouldn’t bother her. She’s different from your simple–minded friends. Watch your words when you talk to her.” “You have to at least tell me who her husband is. She refused to tell me, and you don’t want to tell me either. Is her husband someone shady?” Yvonne persisted.

Hearing Yvonne say that Rosalie refused to tell her made Sebastian even more adamant about not revealing anything.

“There’s nothing to say. He’s just a bastard. You’ll only have the name of a bastard in your mind after I tell you. There’s no point in that.”

“What water–tight reasoning you have.” The more they refused to tell Yvonne, the more she was curious about who Rosalie’s husband was. Yet, no matter how hard she tried, she simply couldn’t pry the

information from their mouths.

Rosalie’s husband seemed to be such a horrible bastard, they weren’t even willing to identify him.

“Also,” Sebastian reminded Yvonne, “don’t go to her with so many questions. If you upset her, I won’t spare you.”

Sebastian shot his sister a warning look when he issued his threat. He even pointed his ladle at her, as if he would hit her on the head with it if she dared to disobey him.

Yvonne took a few steps back. Pouting, she muttered, “Fine, I won’t ask! Why are you being so fierce? You actually look pretty happy to me.”

Sebastian’s face turned cold upon hearing her ridiculous words.” What did you say?”

“I said that you look happy to see her getting a divorce with her husband.”

“Yvonne Carter, are you asking for a beating?” Sebastian said solemnly. “If you are, just ask me for one directly. I won’t go easy on you.”

“I’m telling the truth,” Yvonne said gleefully. “Don’t think that I can’t tell how secretly happy you are.”

Sebastian felt embarrassed at being seen through by Yvonne. Was it that obvious?

He couldn’t completely deny what Yvonne said, but it wasn’t exactly the truth either. He didn’t feel good seeing Rosalie so upset.

Sebastian shot her a cold look

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Yvonne had been cheeky since she was a child. Now that she found her aloof brother in love with a married woman who was also

pregnant, she couldn’t help but find it amusing.

“So, you’re actually willing to be a father. How very admirable!”

Sebastian smacked the ladle down on the counter, then grabbed the vegetable knife on the chopping board and charged toward her.

Frightened, Yvonne fled.

Sebastian didn’t chase after her. Instead, he turned back and flung the knife aside in frustration.

When Yvonne reached the door, she turned and said, “Seb, cook more. I want some, too.”

“Did you not eat while you were outside? Trying to get some free food at home, are you?” he said irritably.

“Would eating your food bankrupt you? Am I not your beloved sister? Look at how petty and two–faced you are.”

He was so tender and loving to Rosalie, the picture of a perfect, gallant man. And yet, he went to the extent of almost hacking his very own sister with a knife. What a scary two–faced person!

Sebastian couldn’t be bothered to reply to her. Though he said nothing more, he quietly added a portion for her.

After dinner was served, Sebastian wanted to head upstairs to call Rosalie down for dinner.

Yvonne held him back. “Seb, let me do it.”

Sebastian scoffed, “What are you trying to do?”

“We’re both women. It’s more appropriate for me to go.”

Sebastian pondered for a moment before saying, “All right. Watch your tongue and spew any nonsense. Do you hear me?”

“I know. Don’t you trust me at all?”

With that, Yvonne walked leisurely up the stairs. This time, Sebastian. didn’t stop her.

When Yvonne reached the door to Rosalie’s room, she raised her hand and knocked gently. “Rose, it’s time for dinner.”

After a while, Rosalie opened her door. Yvonne got a fright upon seeing her pale face.

“What happened to you? Do you feel unwell, or are you having a fever again?”

Yvonne reached out to touch Rosalie’s forehead. Her temperature felt normal, but she looked awful.

Rosalie forced a smile. “I’m fine. You’re back.”

“I’m sorry, I should have been keeping you company this afternoon,” Yvonne said.

She wanted some fun, and headed out when she found it dull staying at home alone.

Rosalie said indifferently, “It’s all right. I wasn’t in the mood to hang. out, anyway. Go ahead and have fun, and don’t worry about me.”

Yvonne knew that Rosalie wasn’t in a good mood, and probably didn’t feel like chatting.

“Dinner’s ready. Let’s head down for some food.”

Yvonne held her arm enthusiastically.

Rosalie nodded.

Yvonne could sense how terrible Rosalie’s mood was. She probably really loved her husband. Otherwise, even if she wasn’t glad about the divorce, she wouldn’t be this upset.

When they reached the dining hall, they could see the table filled with delicious food that was great for pregnant ladies. They didn’t look greasy, and smelled great.

“Rose, quick! Take a seat.”

After serving the pot of soup which was the last dish, Sebastian removed his apron and put it aside.

Rosalie stared at the whole table of food, and exclaimed in surprise,” Sebastian, did you make all this yourself?”

“Yeah,” Yvonne said before Sebastian had a chance to speak. “Seb prepared all the food tonight. This is my first time seeing him cook like this. It’s so rare! I really lucked out because of you, Rose”

Sebastian wanted to stop Yvonne from talking, but on second thought, there was nothing wrong with her words.

“Thank you so much for the effort.

Rosalie felt bad. Sebastian did so much for her while she chose to hide in her room, isolating herself and wallowing in self–pity and

sorrow.

“This is nothing. It’s just whipping up a meal. I rather enjoy it,”

Sebastian said in all seriousness. He was clearly lying through his teeth, but he did it without batting an eyelid.

Yvonne’s eyes widened as she looked at Sebastian lying straight- faced.

He enjoyed cooking? Was he being serious?

She really wanted to expose his lies, and almost couldn’t hold herself back from doing so.

Sebastian glanced at Yvonne with a smile, but his eyes were filled with warning.

Yvonne tugged at the corner of Rosalie’s shirt, and decided to support her brother. “Yeah, Seb’s great at cooking. You must eat more

tonight.”

With the siblings taking such great care of her and coaxing her to eat, Rosalie felt that wallowing in her own misery would be letting their kind intentions down. Gradually, she opened up to them and started chatting with them.

The dinner went by pleasantly, and the three of them finished up all

the food.

Seeing Rosalie enjoying the food he prepared gave Sebastian happiness from the bottom of his heart.

Time passed quickly. By the time the clock struck ten, Rosalie had retired for the night. She had to leave early for the divorce

proceedings.

Sebastian was still awake and seated in the dining hall, looking

through recipes on his laptop and planning tomorrow’s breakfast for Rosalie.

128 ROPRIA

Yvonne came downstairs for some water, and saw the light… the dining hall still on. She walked in, and saw Sebastian looking intently at his laptop. She snuck closer, and saw that he was looking through recipes.

“Wow, you’re really taking this seriously.”

Sebastian hurriedly shut his computer, as if he had a guilty conscience. Turning to her, he said coldly, “Why did you come downstairs?”

“I’m getting a drink. You, on the other hand, are reading recipes at such á late hour. You’re so attentive toward Rose,” Yvonne said, clearly hinting at something.

“None of your business. Go sleep.”

He treated Rosalie so tenderly and patiently, but ran out of patience so easily when it came to his sister. Yvonne knew full well that

Sebastian reserved all his patience for Rosalie, leaving none for others.

“Seb, allow me to humbly ask. Are you thinking of pursuing Rose after her divorce?” she asked.

Sebastian set his laptop down on the table. He didn’t feel happy

hiding his feelings and burying them deep in his heart. Since Yvonne noticed, he decided not to hide them anymore.