NovelEnglishRosalie was still busy in the study. Sydney had given her a new notebook, which she had filled up.
She was halfway through the box of documents; she didn't bother counting, and simply read the documents page by page.
Just then, her phone buzzed. Rosalie remained unperturbed, and continued jotting down notes until her phone buzzed again. She furrowed her brows, and grabbed her phone. Glancing at the incoming text, she saw found it was from Theodore.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe first text read, 'Are you asleep?' The second text read, '??' Rosalie typed on her phone, 'I'm not asleep yet.' But before she sent it out, something cto mind.
If she told him that she wasn't asleep yet, he was bound to ask her what she was doing. It was going to take her tto reply to him. She didn't want to chat with Theodore right now. She was long past the twhen she felt excited whenever he contacted her.
Twas of the essence, and she had to read through all the documents.
As such, she deleted her original message and typed, 'I'm very tired, so I'm going to bed. Goodnight.' After replying to Theodore, she switched her phone to silent mode, put it aside, and went back to work.
On the other end, Theodore stared at his phone screen in a daze.
'Didn't Mom say that Rose was busy? Why did Rose say she was going to bed?' he thought.
Theodore texted Sydney again. 'Mom, is Rose asleep or not?' Yet, he received no response from Sydney.
From his conversation with her, it seemed as though Rose was staying the night at her place. They were both probably asleep right now. Theodore wanted to call Rosalie, but thought that he might interrupt her rest.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm'Damn it,' he thought. 'What's wrong with me? Why do I feel anxious and inferior? Why am I afraid that she might detest me?' He was acting like a neglected and frustrated wife.
Theodore furrowed his brows, and flung his phone aside. He laid on his side and shut his eyes, like a sulking child.
After a while, he opened his eyes again and grabbed his phone. Meekly and cautiously, he replied to Rosalie with a text. 'Goodnight.' The next day, Sydney was awoken by an alarm. She opened her eyes blearily, silenced the alarm, and got out of bed. She felt grumpy, like a teenager who got rudely awoken from her beauty sleep. After washing up, she got changed and walked to Rosalie's room.
Yet, when she opened the door, she found the room empty. The sheets were still neatly folded, left in the sstate as they were last night.
Feeling suspicious, she headed to the hoffice. She saw Rosalie still pouring through the documents, the entire box almost empty.
Even a student wouldn't study so hard for her finals.
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