NovelEnglishRosalie turned to leave the room. There was a sharp sound as Theodore grabbed her wrist.
"Let go," she said, turning back to him. "I need to clean up your mess." She couldn't imagine what the scene outside looked like now. The wedding had undoubtedly turned into a farce. The bride didn't seem like someone who could tolerate such humiliation; otherwise, she wouldn't have exploded like that. There was no way this wedding was going to happen now, and the groom truly wasn't worth marrying. Even if he had fallen out of love and cheated, it was still better than claiming the stress of planning the wedding had driven him to sleep with another woman.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt was too absurd and reckless.
If he could use stress as an excuse to cheat before marriage, who knew what he would do afterward? So, it was probably for the best that the wedding was called off. However, Theodore had been too extreme. If it had been her, she would have quietly told the bride in private, not made such a public spectacle as Theodore had. What if the groom had a strong enough mind to deny it? Then Theodore would have seemed like he was oppressing others just because of his status and power.
"Rose, don't bother trying to clean it up. A mess is a mess. It can only be swept into the trash," Theodore said, his eyes open now. "Stay withfor a while, please. I can't control myself." "You have to," Rosalie said sternly. "You're Theodore Spencer, the CEO of SK Enterprise. So many employees depend on you. The Spencers rely on you. You can't keep doing this. What happened between us is just a small part of your life. You have a long way to go. You can't always-" "Rose," Theodore suddenly interrupted with a deep frown, sweat beading on his forehead. "I can't control it... It hurts; it hurts so much." Rosalie broke free from his grip forcefully. "Stop talking like this! It's too late for that now." She was furious.
"You had so many chances to make things right, but you chose the one twhen it was impossible! I'm tired of saying these things. I'm taking you hnow." She was worried he would go out and cause more trouble if left alone.
Rosalie moved to help him up from the chair.
Suddenly, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into his arms.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRosalie found herself pressed against him, and looked up in anger. "Theodore, what are you doing?" She noticed his face was pale. She het this forehead and cheekse lightly, they were cold, and his palms were clammy with sweat.
swe Feeling a surge of unease, she struggled to sit up from his lap. "What's wrong? Are you feeling sick?" "Rose, my stomach hurts. It's as bad as the pain in my heart." "Stomach pain?"
Rosalie suddenly felt a pang of concern. She knew Theodore had stomack issues, she'd learned that from Caleb. She was about to scold him for
drinking so much despite knowing he had stomach problems. However, the words got stuck in her throat What good would it do to say them? These admonishments felt meaningless now. The damage was done; blaming him wouldn't help.
"I'll take you to the hospital for a check-up."
"No," Theodore said, gripping her slender arm. "Just est Stay withfor a while. Can hold you? Just for a while." Ads by Pubfuture
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