Chapter 270

Sebastian sent her a picture of a rose with the following text, ‘I think you’re that kind of adorable

woman.

Rosalie’s smile faded as she stared at the text on her phone screen. The air went eerily silent. Her

brows furrowed as uneasiness grew in her heart.

She read through their entire conversation, and back at the final text Sebastian sent: ‘I think you’re

that kind of adorable woman.‘”

Rosalie bit her lip as fear flashed past her eyes.

She anxiously typed, ‘You’re wrong, I’m not that kind of woman.”

But then, she deleted it and typed, You might be wrong about that.

She deleted that too, and typed, ‘I don’t think I am pure in heart. I’m quite a dull person, really.‘

However, she deleted that instead of sending it.

What if she misunderstood him? What if she was reading too much into his words?

Perhaps Sebastian was just making a passing remark and didn’t mean much. She was being too

sensitive, and was making things way too complicated.

Rosalie told herself not to overthink things.

Was she delusional?

She knew that it was best for one not to do anything out of panic, for that would only result in graver

mistakes.

She sent him a smiling emoji, and texted, ‘I’m a little tired, I’ll go to

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bed first. Goodbye.”

Sebastian replied, ‘Goodnight.”

He sent her a picture of a heart with the words ‘Love you‘ in the middle.

Rosalie sat up on the couch, her eyes widened. She stared at the two words ‘Love you‘ in the

middle of the heart, her mind racing.

Sebastian probably meant it as a casual exclamation. He probably didn’t think much of it, and simply

clicked on the first picture he saw.

Rosalie ran her fingers through her hair, the unease in her heart becoming stronger. She typed, ‘Did

you just randomly send that?”

But her thumb hovered over the ‘send‘ button; she hesitated to send the message out.

If she ended up overthinking things, wouldn’t that question be awkward?

Rosalie immediately deleted the unsent message. She probably was overthinking things and got the

wrong idea as usual.

She had gotten many wrong ideas, and developed one too many foolish ideas with Theodore.

She had an overly fertile imagination, which wasn’t a good thing in this context. She couldn’t mistake

a tender look from another as love.

Theodore saw the struggle on Rosalie’s face and said casually, “Who are you chatting with?”

Rosalie’s heart leaped out of fright. She instinctively placed her phone screen side down, as if she

had a guilty conscience.

Their eyes locked; Theodore shot Rosalie a piercing stare. Or rather, it seemed as though he had

caught her in the act.

As they looked at each other, the air between them seemed to freeze.

They stared at each other for over ten seconds, during which Rosalie suddenly remembered that

she and Theodore were already divorced.

What was she scared of?

Why were they acting as thought she had cheated on him?!

She had a clear conscience.

That thought filled Rosalie with renewed confidence. She flipped the phone around and said, “A

friend.”

“Is that so? What friend is it?” Theodore pressed further.

He clearly saw the guilt in Rosalie’s eyes just now, which turned into stubborn confidence in a split

second.

Rosalie said flatly, “Sebastian.”

What was there to hide? She was already divorced from Theodore. Wasn’t it normal for her to chat

with Sebastian?