Chapter 125

Rosalie was shocked, and the key in her hand clattered to the floor. Instinctively, she raised her

hand to push against Theodore’s chest, trying to shove him away.

“Theo, what are you doing? Let go of me!”

His hot kisses landed on her cheek and neck. She felt something was

off with him.

“Theodore… Mmph…”

Her mouth was once again sealed by his.

To stop him, she bit down hard. A sharp sting pierced through.

Theodore’s hazy mind, causing him to furrow his brow slightly and release her. She had bitten hard,

but hadn’t broken the skin.

“Are you a dog? You bit me!”

His hot breath washed over her face!

Rosalie looked up, and stared at the brooding man before her. Hist breath felt especially scorching,

and it seemed like the room temperature rose several degrees with him standing there.

Quickly, she distanced herself from him, searching for the key on the floor. It took her a while, but

she finally found it tucked away in a corner. She bent down to pick it up.

“What the heck was that?” She looked at him, resentment in her eyes.

Sometimes, Theodore’s behavior really puzzled her.

Theodore looked like he had just finished showering, a towel wrapped around his waist. His bare

chest heaved heavily, as if restraining something. His demeanor looked terrifying.

There seemed to be a hint of regret in his eyes. He backed away, sitting on the bed with his hands

on his knees. He put his head down, his breath growing more labored by the moment.

Sensing something wrong, Rosalie approached and asked, “What’s wrong? Are you unwell?”

She raised her hand to touch his forehead. Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist and forcefully flung her

away. “Don’t touch me!”

At that moment, it felt like he had tossed her heart aside just as harshly.

In Rosalie’s memory, it seemed like the first time he had treated her. like this–as if he was disgusted

by her touch.

The hand Theodore had flung away gradually clenched into a fist.

“Fine, I won’t touch you. I know we’re about to get divorced, and Cynthia won’t be happy about it.

But just now, you suddenly came to

me and kissed me! You were the one who started it!” she snarled.

Theodore had used this excuse before. When she touched him first,

he kissed her. But this time, he kissed her first.

Why was he keeping silent now? He might as well add “Double

Standard” as his middle name!

Hearing the resentment in the woman’s tone, Theodore looked up, his eyes burning with desire.

Seeing his eyes turning red, Rosalie felt a bit worried. “What’s wrong with you? Are you sick?

Should I take you to the hospital?”

“No need. I’m not sick.”

His voice became hoarse, and his hands gripped his knees tightly. The veins on the back of his

hands were bulging and obvious.

“I’ll go get the thermometer to check your temperature.”

Rosalie felt like Theodore might have a fever. His body felt hot when she approached him.

Just as she was about to turn around, Theodore suddenly grabbed her arm. “No need. I’m not

running a fever.”

Rosalie glanced at the man’s hand, a hint of exasperation on her face. “Then why don’t you let go of

me? What’s with all the touching?”

Why was it okay for him to have double standards, but she couldn’t complain?

Theodore looked at her through half–lidded eyes, the desire in his eyes growing stronger.

“Rose, stop provoking me. I’m having a hard time controlling myself right now. I don’t know what I

might do if I lose control!”

“I’m not provoking you. I just find you strange. You should go to the hospital if you’re not feeling

well,” Rosalie said as she sat beside him. “I’m really worried about you.”