Chapter 261

Theodore had no idea why he suddenly behaved so obediently.

Shouldn’t he have become more carefree and unrestrained after the divorce?

As it turned out, he had much more to learn.

Theodore yawned. He didn’t sleep well last night.

Rosalie noticed the fatigue in his eyes. “Go to bed now.”

“I need a shower,” Theodore said.

“I’ll get a male servant to come help you. You can’t let your wound come in contact with water.”

“You’re going to get another man to see my naked body?” Theodore said, clearly annoyed.

He felt as though she was trying to push him to another man.

“What’s wrong with that? It’s precisely because he’s a man that it’s appropriate for him to help you. I

can’t possibly find a female servant to help you, can I?” Rosalie retorted.

Theodore simply stared wordlessly at her.

She finally understood where he was going.

“Are you thinking…of having me help you shower?” she asked slowly.

“Why not? It’s not like you’ve never done it before.”

“We’re already divorced.”

“So what? We’ve seen each other naked before.”

Rosalie sighed. “Don’t forget that Cynthia is still in hospital right now.

“Don’t mention her name.” Theodore’s eyes turned cold. “Can we not talk about her, just for

tonight?”

The only thing he wanted tonight was to be with Rosalie.

Rosalie stood up, and said, “I’ll go prepare the shower. Wait for me.”

She walked to the washroom.

Seeing Theodore in this state made her heart ache, and she couldn’t help but agree to his request.

She couldn’t just let him be, at least not at this point.

Just knowing that he was injured made her anxious, and her heart broke at seeing his wound in

person. That was what drove her to stay -behind and take care of him.

In truth, she had no clue what to do right now. Should she continue loving this man, and until when

should she allow herself to do so?

Letting go of this love was hard. In fact, it was immensely torturous.

She clearly knew that getting close to him was dangerous and potentially painful, yet it didn’t stop

her from throwing caution to the wind.

Theodore heaved a sigh of relief and laid back down on the bed, finally feeling relaxed. The moment

his back touched the bed, his eyes widened as he shot back up again.

It was so…damn…painful…

After a while, his phone rang. It was Cynthia calling.

He looked toward the washroom before answering the call.

“Hello,” he said.

“Theo, I feel rather unwell. Where are you now?”

“I’m at home,” he said. He instinctively blurted out the word ‘home‘, a clear indication that he had

always treated this place as his home- his real home. That had never changed, despite the fact that

he never declared it out loud.

“Can you come and keep me company? I’m scared,” Cynthia said shakily.

In a voice that was gentle but firm, Theodore told her, “It’s very late now, so you should get some

rest. I won’t be dropping by today.”

“But you didn’t come see me last night, either!” Cynthia said piteously. “What happened?”

“Nothing. I’ve been very busy these few days, and have a lot of work to clear. Get some rest, and I’ll

go visit you once I’m done.”

Now that he was injured, it wasn’t convenient for him to move around.

“You can always come here and work. Don’t worry, I won’t disturb

you.”

Theodore’s face turned cold. “I can’t work at the hospital, Cindy. Whatever it is, I’m not going. Have

a good reset.”

Cynthia’s heart trembled when she heard Theodore’s cold, hard rejection.

Did he reject her because he had grown sick and tired of her? Was he just trying to placate her

because she was on her deathbed?

Cynthia gripped the sheets tight, and was about to say more when she heard a woman’s voice from

the other end of the call.

“Theo, the shower’s ready. Come over.”

Cynthia felt as though she had been struck by lightning.