Chapter 171

Rosalie’s grip tightened over her phone, feeling miserable. Her heart. broke thinking about tears

streaming down Rebecca’s old, wrinkled. face.

She had been keeping Rebecca company all this while, but she didn’t. even realize what Rebecca

was feeling. And yet, Theodore did.

Perhaps she had misunderstood him all along. It wasn’t that he didn’t care about Grandma, he

simply didn’t show his concern as explicitly as she did. He had never been an expressive person.

Her palms started sweating. “Are we going to just keep dragging things out?”

“I promise you that I’ll keep my distance from Cindy.”

Rosalie found that laughable. “Keep your distance? I can’t just turn a blind eye to what you two

have already done!”

“Nothing happened between us!”

“Don’t bother explaining yourself. I saw it clearly with my own eyes.”

The image of them in the resort made pain pulsate through Rosalie’s heart.

“What you saw may not be the truth.“”

“What’s the truth, then?” Rosalie demanded. “Was it not true that your and Cynthia were locked in

an embrace? Was it not true that you and her were lying on the same bed? Do you think I’m a

three–year–old child?”

She said it so flatly, as if emphasizing even a single word would exhaust her.

Theodore remained silent.

Yet, when he reached a junction where he was supposed to go straight, he chose to turn right

instead.

Rosalie recognized that it wasn’t the usual route back home, and immediately asked, “Where are

you going?”

Theodore didn’t answer her, and continued driving until he stopped the car in front of a bungalow.

He unbuckled the seatbelt and stepped out of the car, before going to the other side and opening

her car door. “Come out.”

“Where are we?” Rosalie asked.

Theodore ignored her question once more, and repeated himself. Come out.”

Rosalie stepped out of the car. Theodore slammed the door shut, grabbed her hand, and brought

her into the bungalow. He knew the passcode, and walked straight into the building right after

keying it in.

A middle–aged female servant greeted them the moment they stepped in. “Mr. Spencer, you’ve

come.”

“Is Cindy back?”

“Ms. Zeller isn’t back yet.”

“All right. Go back to your tasks.”

Theodore led Rosalie to the hall, where she sat down on the couch.

Rosalie looked around her. So this was where Cynthia lived.

“Why did you bring me here? Are you trying to tell me that you and Cynthia are so close, you even

know the passcode to her house? Does she also know the passcode to our house?”

No wonder she felt uncomfortable the moment she stepped in.

The female servant served them two cups of water, which she placed on the coffee table before

taking her leave.

“Why in the world did you bring me here? Tell me, or I’m leaving.”

Rosalie was about to stand up, when Theodore grabbed her arm. ” Wait… Wait here for a

moment.”

“Why?”

“I have something to tell you.”

“I have nothing to say to you,” Rosalie said, bent on leaving. However, Theodore’s grip on her arm

was way too tight. She had no choice but

to sit back down on the couch.

After over ten minutes, a sound came from outside the hall.

“Ms. Zeller, you’re back. Mr. Spencer is waiting for you inside.”

“Theo’s here?” Cynthia exclaimed in excitement.

Yet the moment she walked into the hall, her gaze landed on Rosalie

and the smile froze on her face.

What was this woman doing here?!

“Cindy, you’re back.”

“Theo,” Cynthia said as she walked over to him excitedly and put down her bag. “What are you two

doing here?”

It was good enough that Theodore was here. Why did he have to bring.

Rosalie?

Theodore pointed to the couch opposite him. “Sit down.”