Chapter 95

“Are you still mad at me?” asked Theodore.

Rosalie’s expression suggested that she hated him to the core. It would be a lie to say she wasn’t

angry. Her heart was filled with resentment towards him.

“Would I dare to be mad at you? Go back to Cynthia’s side so you don’t have to see a malicious

woman like me and feel upset!”

Upon hearing the word she used, a sudden pang of pain struck the man’s heart. She had taken

everything he said in anger to heart.

While Theodore was at a loss for words, Rosalie started coughing again. He quickly pulled her into

his arms and gently patted her back.

His voice was soft as he said, “Can I take your temperature? Be good, okay?”

“Let go of me,” Rosalie said, pushing against his chest.

However, Theodore held onto her tightly, not letting her move.

“If you let me take your temperature, I’ll let you go. If not, I’ll keep holding you like this.”

He would hold her like this all night if he had to

Rosalie pushed at his chest forcefully. “I don’t want you to take my temperature. Leave me alone.”

She was throwing a tantrum like a child.

She didn’t understand this man at all. Had he forgotten how he had treated her in the hospital? And

now, he had come back to check her temperature. How had he even known she was sick anyway?

Either Sydney or Anthony must have told him.

Theodore’s voice sounded somewhat stern as he said, “Even if you’re mad at me, there’s no need

to punish your own body. Be good.”

“Theodore, have you forgotten what you did at the hospital? Why are. you here caring about me

now? What concern of yours is it if I’m sick?

“I’m your husband!”

“Not for much longer. You’ll be Cynthia’s husband. Get away from me!

Rosalie exclaimed as she struggled desperately in his arms.

She couldn’t forgive him for what he had done to her.

Seeming somewhat helpless, Theodore sighed, then suddenly lifted her chin and kissed her lips,

silencing all her complaints. Rosalie was stunned by his sudden action and remained speechless

for a while. After a long while, he finally released her.

His deep and fiery gaze was fixed on her, and his voice was husky as he said, “When you’re feeling

better, you can blame me however you want. But for now, be a good girl and listen to me.

Otherwise, Grandma will worry if she finds out you’re sick. Do you want me to call her now?”

“No!” Rosalie hurriedly grabbed his arm. “Don’t tell Grandma.”

If Rebecca found out that Rosalie was sick, she would surely worry. If the older woman dug deeper,

she might find out about Theodore taking his wife to the hospital to apologize to Cynthia. Rosalie

was worried that discovering all that would affect Rebecca’s health.

“Then, be a good girl and take your temperature. Don’t throw tantrums like a child,” Theodore said,

handing her the thermometer.

“You were the one who picked on me first, yet you have the nerve to say I’m throwing tantrums like

a child. Why don’t you admit you were basically like an unreasonable adult picking on a kid?”

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Rosalie felt extremely aggrieved. Perhaps because she was sick, shel seemed even more like a

pitiful child being bullied.

“Alright, I was being unreasonable. I was the one who started it. Be at good girl and take your

temperature so Grandma won’t worry, okay?” Theodore coxed in an exceptionally gentle tone,

completely different from his demeanor at the hospital.

Rosalie was filled with resentment, but she was helpless. Theodore had her at his mercy. She

obediently opened her mouth and placed the thermometer inside.

Theodore supported her and helped her lean against the headboard, then covered her with the

blanket and tightly held her hand. Rosalie wanted to pull her hand away, but the more she pulled,

the tighter his grip became. In the end, she couldn’t be bothered to move anymore.