Chapter 198

Rosalie was still feeling slightly dizzy and lethargic. Her voice was hoarse, and her throat felt dry.

Sebastian, the thoughtful man he was, poured her a cup of hot water from the thermos.

Rosalie took the cup from him, and downed the whole thing. It made her feel much better, and even

the fuzziness in her mind cleared up as memories from last night came flooding back. Although

details escaped her, she could roughly make out what happened.

“You lied to me,” Rosalie suddenly said coldly, her face solemn.

Sebastian looked at her in shock. Did she remember that he tried to take advantage of her last

night?

Panicked, he tried to explain. “Rose, …”

“You clearly took care of me the entire night, but you’re lying and telling me that you didn’t,” Rosalie

cut him off, not letting him speak. The more you lie, the worse I feel. I’d rather you tell me the truth.”

Sebastian looked straight into Rosalie’s eyes; he could sense that she wasn’t blaming him one bit,

and heaved a sigh of relief. He chuckled, and looked tenderly yet slightly apologetically at her.

“You had a fever last night, but you couldn’t take any medicine. I was worried about you, so I

decided to stay here with you.”

Now that he thought about it, he felt thankful he had insisted on not letting her stay in the hotel.

What if she ended up all alone with a fever there?

Rosalie stared at Sebastian in a daze as blurry images flashed past her mind. She vaguely

remembered being wrapped in a man’s arms

and crying as he comforted her.

She felt as if she was in Theodore’s arms and talking to him. Suddenly, a bad feeling struck her. Did

the fever make her so delirious, she took Sebastian for Theodore?

As realization dawned upon her, she asked uneasily, “Did I talk nonsense last night?”

“No, you didn’t. Your fever knocked you out cold, and you were asleep half the time.”

If Rosalie discovered what happened last night, she would definitely feel awkward.

Rosalie heaved a sigh of relief. Perhaps she had very vivid dreams. because of her fever last night,

and the blurry images that popped up in her mind were from her dreams.

“Thank you. I really don’t know what I can do or say to thank you.”

Aside from thanking him, she didn’t know what else to say.

Sebastian sat by her bedside, and looked tenderly at her. “The best way to thank me is to never be

so upset over someone who isn’t worth it. I know it’s easier said than done, but time heals all

wounds.”

Rosalie looked down as her eyes darkened.

Time heals all wounds…

Somehow, his words pierced her heart.

She then looked up at him, and said gloomily, “Do you also think time. will wash away love until

nothing is left?”

If that was true, what was the point of love? If there was an expiry date to love, how different was it

from a commodity?

Sebastian looked solemnly at her.

“Time may bury love deep down in one’s heart, just like how you lock a precious item in a box and

leave it in a corner. You can’t bear to throw it away because it is very important to you, but you don’t

want to open it either because it’ll hurt you.

“But as long as you just put it there and leave it alone, you can

continue living your life. You might occasionally think about it, but it remains locked in the box.

“Whenever that happens, all you’ll do is to lament about the past and everything that happened.

And then, you’d go right back to living your life.”

Sebastian’s words felt like a warm breeze in the middle of winter. He could always answer her

questions with seriously and with great consideration. He empathized with her, rather than sitting on

a moral high horse and talking down on her as an outsider. O