Chapter 193

It wasn’t until Sebastian bumped into the door that he snapped out of it He smiled awkwardly, and

left the room.

After taking a hot shower and drying her hair, Rosalie lay in bed. She tossed and turned, unable to

sleep. Her illness had worsened, turning into a cough that grew more intense as the night wore on.

Although she had sipped some hot water, she couldn’t stomach much of it. Wrapped in her blanket,

she felt a deep sadness creep over her, perhaps intensified by her sickness.

In a daze, she couldn’t help but replay the images of Theodore and Cynthia together in her mind.

“Theodore, you bastard! I hate you, I hate you!” Rosalie exclaimed, her eyes suddenly snapping

open.

She noticed a man by her bedside, and her emotions immediately overwhelmed her. She threw

back the covers, sat up, and threw herself into his arms, holding him tightly.

“Theo, why don’t you love me? Why?” she cried.

“What’s wrong with me? Am I not good enough for you? Is it because of my background, or do you

think I’m too ugly, or…or is it because my personality is terrible?” she continued, her voice

trembling.

“Can’t you tell me? I can change!” Rosalie wailed

“Why won’t you even give me a chance to change? Do you love Cynthia that much? What’s so

great about her? Tell me!” she pleaded, clutching his shirt as tears streamed down her face.

After sobbing in his embrace, she suddenly remembered something and looked up.

“No, don’t tell me. You don’t love me. No matter how much I change, you won’t love me. If you only

love me when I change, then you don’t love the real me!”

“Theo, you’ve made me feel so low, even inferior. I’m ashamed of my background, and I feel

unworthy of you,” she confessed.

“But…but I know it’s wrong to think like this,” she added, her voice choked with emotion.

“Theo, I don’t want to feel inferior because of you anymore. But what should I do? I can’t help but

feel sad. I can’t control myself. Why am I so useless?” she lamented.

The man held Rosalie in his arms, gently wiping away her tears. “It’s not that you’re useless. Loving

someone can make you blind. Some emotions are just uncontrollable. You’re not alone in feeling

this way.” “Really?” Rosalie asked hoarsely.

“Yes. Once you fall deeply in love with someone, even if they have a thousand flaws, you can’t help

but care for them. You’ll miss them, feel sad for them, suffer for them, and even lose yourself for

them. Love is beautiful, but it’s also full of blindness and pain. Once you’re in love, no one can

escape it,” he answered, his tone unusually serious.

“What about you? Have you ever loved me–even for a few minutes or even for a few seconds?”

Rosalie asked, holding him tightly as he gazed out at the swaying tree branches outside the

window.

“I love…”

“No, don’t answer me,” Rosalie interrupted, clutching him tighter, “I don’t want you to tell me. I don’t

want to know the answer.”

She already knew the answer. Theodore didn’t love her, and she didn’t want to heat it from him.

She was content with knowing the truth in her heart.

Knowing the answer in one’s heart and hearing it with one’s own ears felt different. The former

allowed self–deception, but the latter was a brutal blow of despair.

A trace of melancholy flickered in Sebastian’s eyes. His heart was tight with discomfort as he

swallowed the words he wanted to say. A sharp knife seemed to be cutting into his heart.

He gently placed his palm on Rosalie’s forehead, and felt the heat radiating from it. She must have

had a fever, overwhelmed by sadness and suffering from heartbreak.

Theodore was truly despicable. His wife was out in the rain, possibly getting drenched, and he didn’t

even know. He was probably with that Cynthia woman again.

It wasn’t that Rosalie wasn’t good enough for Theodore. On the contrary, Theodore wasn’t good

enough for her.