Chapter 195

Rosalie grabbed Sebastian’s hand, and placed it on her belly. Despite the clothes between them,

her body was hot due to the fever.

“Our baby needs his father. Promise me you won’t leave me and our child. Even if you don’t want

me, you can’t abandon your baby!”

As she spoke, Rosalie seemed to drift into a haze, ready to fall asleep in Sebastian’s arms. But she

was afraid that if she fell asleep,

Theodore” would leave, so she held his clothes tightly.

Sebastian’s tone remained gentle. “Be good and let me take your temperature.”

*Promise me first. Promise you won’t leave me and won’t see Cynthia again,” she insisted

stubbornly.

“Okay, I promise.”

Of course, Sebastian could promise her anything and everything. Unfortunately, he wasn’t

Theodore.

Did that man even realize how lucky he was to have Rosalie? He didn’t cherish her, and instead

always felt like others owed him something.

Those who tried their best to cherish someone often couldn’t get what they wanted.

It was infuriating!

Was Theodore really that great? No, he wasn’t a good man. He was just lucky. Luck was more

important than effort. He had Rose

because of luck.

“Then let’s pinky

promise

child, full of innocence yet terribly pitiful.

Sebastian raised his hand, his eyes filled with tender affection. He smiled, looking at her like a child,

and extended his own pinky finger, to hook with hers. They made a pinky promise, and even sealed

it with their thumbs.

Sebastian suddenly felt as if she were really his wife and the baby inside her was his. However, it

was just an illusion. He knew she was simply sick and confused. Her condition caused her to

mistake him for Theodore, the man she loved and hated.

Subconsciously, she wanted that man by her side.

Even so, Sebastian played along. He didn’t know what had come over him. He envied Theodore–he

even hated that man.

Theodore effortlessly obtained what others couldn’t, yet he didn’t cherish it. He was always making

excuses.

Everyone had a dark side, including Sebastian. His darkness lay in being happy that Theodore

treated Rosalie poorly and didn’t cherish her. That way, he might have a chance.

He even wished Theodore could be harsher, and drown Rosalie in complete despair.

Sebastian knew he shouldn’t think like that, for he couldn’t bear to see Rosalie in pain. However,

some emotions were beyond control; just like Rosalie, who couldn’t help but love Theodore and

shed tears for him despite everything.

Everyone had selfish thoughts, blind spots, and moments when they threw caution to the wind.

After their pinky promise, Rosalie felt exhausted. She lay in

Sebastian’s arms, her voice fading as she succumbed to sleep. Due to her fever, she squirmed in

discomfort f

Sebastian slid a thermometer into her mouth, asking her to hold it. After a while, he checked the

temperature and frowned.

He couldn’t give her medicine now, as she was pregnant.

He gently laid Rosalie on the bed and tucked her in again. Then, he fetched a towel from the

bathroom. He could only resort to cooling her down physically, hoping her immune system would

prevail.

Placing the cool towel gently on her forehead, he sat by her side and held her hand, gazing at her

with utmost care. So absorbed was he in her, he even forgot to close the door.

Outside the door, Yvonne stood with her arms crossed, watching the two with a hint of amusement.