Chapter 220

Theodore had always been strong. Even though Rosalie felt tired in his arms, she couldn’t see any signs of fatigue on his face.

After a while, his gaze shifted away from her face, and he carried her away. He carried her all the way back to their room, laying her roughly on the bed. Though his actions were a bit harsh, the bed was soft, and she didn’t feel uncomfortable.

However, from his demeanor, she knew he was angry.

Theodore was still in his suit; a few buttons of his shirt undone, revealing his strong chest. He stood with his hands on his hips, glaring coldly at Rosalie on the bed.

He wanted to say something to her, but seeing her panicked face and clutching the blanket, he gritted his teeth and dropped his hands. Then, he impatiently threw his jacket aside.

Rosalie wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, adopting a defensive posture.

They were getting divorced tomorrow, but Theodore had brought her back to their shared bedroom. Was he planning to spend the night here?

She didn’t want to engage in any sentimental last–night embraces with him. They had gone through too many of those.

raced as

but Theodore had suddenly dragged

tossed and turned in

her phone to check the time, only to realize it was still at Sebastian’s

finally felt a wave of sleepiness wash

off to sleep. Not long after, the door burst open,

few more of these, she’d end up with a heart attack. The room’s light flicked on, and Theodore walked in.

he got closer, Rosalie caught a whiff of the strong scent of alcohol. She furrowed her

you been drinking

was almost an instinctive

stomach problems, but he insisted on drinking. Wasn’t

who thought I was going to throw her down the stairs cares if

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