Chapter 158

On the way home, Rosalie sat in the car while clutching the resident register, and cried all the way.

The driver listened quietly, unsure of

what to do.

When they got home, Rosalie called Theodore. However, it wasn’t Theodore who answered.

It was Caleb.

“Caleb? Why is it you?” she asked, puzzled.

“Oh… Rose…” Caleb’s voice was polite. “Did you call me for something?”

“Why would you think I’m calling you? This is Theo’s phone.”

She had never contacted Caleb privately.

“Huh, Theodore’s?” Caleb sounded a bit groggy. He had drunk too much, and mistook Theodore’s

phone for his own.

After a moment, Rosalie heard him shout, “Theodore, your wife’s calling you!”

Bang, bang, bang!

Caleb pounded on the door.

“Hey, open up! Your wife’s calling! Open the door! It’s one thing to hog my room, but it’s another

thing to keep quiet in there! Are you dead in there? Open up!”

Rosalie furrowed her brow, feeling somewhat speechless at the

sounds coming from her phone. The simplicity of men’s relationships was truly something.

+2% BONUS

After a while, Caleb said. “Um… He drank too much last night. He’s in my room, but he won’t open

the door.”

“Then please tell him I got the resident register from Grandma. Tell him to hurry up and divorce me.

We can get it done as soon as possible, maybe even this morning.”

“What? You guys are really divorcing?!”

Caleb thought he misheard. They had been dragging it out for so long, he thought it was just talk.

But now, with the resident register out, it

seemed real.

“Yes, please try calling him again.”

“Alright, I’ll try.”

“Theodore!” Caleb yelled, “Your wife has the resident register, and she’s waiting for you to divorce

her! Get up and handle it!”

Rosalie’s expression was conflicted. The scene felt a bit odd, but there was nothing wrong with it

either.

Rosalie listened as Caleb shouted for a long time, but there was no response from Theodore.

After a while, Caleb chuckled awkwardly. “He’s ignoring me. Probably too drunk and sleeping like a

log. I’ll have him call you when he wakes.

up.”

Rosalie sighed. “Okay, please make sure he knows when he wakes up.

“Got it, I’ll tell him.”

Rosalie hung up, then gently touched the resident register in her hand. Since she had the resident

register now and Rebecca wouldn’t take it back, she didn’t have to worry about running out of time

anymore.

She never expected Theodore to be with Caleb. She thought he stayed

overnight at Cynthia’s

When she had heard Caleb’s voice, she felt strangely relieved for the

first time

Caleb kept knocking on the door for a long time, but there was not response from inside.

Had something happened to Theodore?

“If you don’t open this door, I’ll break it down!”

Now, Caleb was really worried. Was Theodore in trouble? He had drunk way too much last night,

and Caleb couldn’t stop him.

“Hey, are you not getting up? I’m really going to break down the door!

Caleb took a few steps back, then charged at the door.

Bang!

“Argh!”

Caleb bounced back with a low growl, falling in a sorry heap on the ground. He couldn’t break the

door open. Instead, he got thrown back himself.

Damn it! In TV shows, guys could kick doors open with one blow. Were they made of steel or

something?

Caleb groaned in pain as he rolled on the ground, rubbing his arms. He didn’t know where he had

thrown the key to the door, and he

couldn’t find it now.

But for his good friend, he had to go all out. He couldn’t let Theodore die in there.

After pulling himself together, Caleb prepared to charge the door

again. Just as he reached the door, he suddenly heard an impatient

voice from inside the room.

“Get lost!” Theodore yelled.

Caleb stopped abruptly in his tracks, his whole face pressed against

the door.

“Oh, great, so you’re not dead after all! You could’ve said something earlier. I thought you were

dead!”

Bang!

There was a sound of something hitting the door from inside.

It seemed Theodore had thrown something at the door.

“Hey, what did you throw at me? You better not have thrown my action figures!” Caleb said

nervously.

Bang!

Theodore threw something again.

“Theodore, you can’t throw my stuff! This is my house!”

Bang!

Another sound of something being thrown.

“Alright, fine! I’ll shut up.” Caleb backed off, scared. “Stop throwing my

stuff! I won’t bother you anymore. But did you hear what your wife

said about divorcing you just now?”

Bang!

Something else was thrown.

“Argh, okay! I won’t say anything!”

Caleb winced in pain, covered his lips, and ran off.