Chapter 196

Selection took great care of Rosalie feeling her temperaturs and leaning close to her mouth, trying

hard to hear what she was saying. He was the very example of a gentle and patient man.

Rosalie shifted her body, and started crying again. He hurriedly wrapped her in his arms and

comforted her

As he did so, their lips were mere inches apart. He just needed to lean in slightly more, and their

lips would meet.

Sebastian stared at the woman before him, his eyes slowly glossing over as he started to lose his

ability to think. His lashes trembled, as the misery on her face reflected deeply in his eyes.

Rosalie bit her lip, and stuck her tongue out to wet her lips. Her body kept twisting as she groaned

in discomfort.

The sight of her eyes tightly shut and in a trance made Sebastian

think that she would be none the wiser to whatever he did. Just a

gentle peck was enough.

Sebastian cupped her cheeks in his palms, and inched closer to her.

Their lips were almost touching when Rosalie cried, “Theodore… I love you.”

Time seemed to stand still as the air around them froze.

Sebastian stared at her in a daze. A sweet smile crept up Rosalie’s face as she turned to lay on her

side, hugging her bolster as if it were someone. She mumbled under her breath, “Honey, hug me.”

Sebastian felt as though someone had pierced his heart with a knife, giving him excruciating pain.

As if someone had dunked his head in water, filling his mouth and nose, suffocating him.

Finally, he sighed and sat up straight. He pulled the covers up Rosalie’s shoulders. Then he sat by

her bedside with his head bowed, his tall and towering figure suddenly looking desolate and

dejected.

From the corner of his eye, he spotted someone. It was Yvonne, standing at the door and looking

smugly at him, as if she was watching a drama unfold before her.

Sebastian’s brows furrowed as he stood up at once and walked toward the door. In hushed tones,

he snapped, “What are you doing here?”

“Why are you in her room?” Yvonne asked back.

Sebastian immediately shut the door and grabbed Yvonne’s arm, taking her away.

Yvonne shook his hand off. “You’re hurting me!”

She rubbed her wrist, upset to see her brother treating her so

callously. He had never been like this before.

“She has a fever, and I’m taking care of her,” Sebastian explained, his eyes looking slightly

awkward, as if he had a guilty conscience and was trying to hide something.

“Oh, is that so? Taking care of her?” Yvonne said with a gleeful smile. ” I know what’s going on.

You’re taking care of her ‘cause she’s your friend. Of course you have to do that.”

Yvonne’s voice was tinged with sarcasm, as if she meant something else.

Sebastian said coldly, “That’s right. It’s normal for friends to take care of each other. Don’t run off

your mouth.”

Yvonne smiled sweetly.

“I don’t really understand what you just said. Since it’s normal for

friends to take care of each other, why would you be worried about what I said? Or is the way you’re

taking care of her so strange that you’re worried she might find out? She’s your friend, after all, and

you

“Shut up,” Sebastian said, as he shoved her to the wall and covered her mouth with his hand, “Don’t

talk rubbish!”

Yvonne pushed his hand away and yelled, “I’m not! I saw it with my own eyes. You were trying to

kiss her!”