NovelEnglishAt night, Rosalie played hide-and-seek with Steve.
Steve laughed uncontrollably as he played with his mother.
Rosalie deliberately hid in obvious places, allowing Steve to find her easily. Each time, he would excitedly pounce into her arms. "Steve-oh no, I mean, Jake." Rosalie cupped the child's face. "From now on, your nis Jake. Your father gave you this name." The child was still not entirely used to his new name. A few times, when Rosalie called him Jake, he didn't respond immediately, thinking she wasn't talking to him.
"Jake, come, let's practice. Say Jake Spencer." "Jake...Spencer..." He earnestly repeated after his mother, gradually adjusting to his new name.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Good boy. From now on, Mommy will call you Jake." "Mama." Jake threw himself into Rosalie's arms, happy no matter what she called him.
"Alright, Jake, it's about tfor bed." Rosalie carried him to the bed and sat down.
Jake lay obediently in his crib, gazing at his mother.
Rosalie patiently coaxed him until his eyelids grew heavy and he slowly drifted off to sleep. She gently tucked him in and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.
"Goodnight, my love." When Jake fell asleep, Rosalie quietly left his room.
After taking a bath, she lay in bed, unable to fall asleep.
Normally, Theodore would stay with her, but she didn't want to disturb his rest, so she had insisted that he return to his room. She still woke up crying from nightmares every night, but at least she no longer screamed in terror like before.
After lying awake for a while, Rosalie finally got up and walked toward Theodore's room, wanting to talk to him. As she reached the door, she noticed that it was slightly ajar, and she overheard a conversation inside.
"I'll go htomorrow to get the medicine. Just have it ready for me." Without hesitation, Rosalie pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Theodore turned upon hearing someone enter. When he saw Rosalie, he immediately ended the call. "Rose, why aren't you asleep yet?" A white towel was loosely wrapped around his waist, leaving his upper body bare. Seeing Rosalie enter so suddenly, he seemed a little flustered and quickly grabbed a robe to drape over himself. Rosalie approached him, looking at him with suspicion. "What medicine are you getting?" "It's nothing. Just smedicine for a cold." "A cold?" Rosalie looked up and placed a hand on his forehead, her expression turning worried. "Do you have a fever?" Theodore said, "No, I don't feel feverish at all." "That's strange. I don't think you have a cold either. Is it for something else? Is your stomach acting up again?" "I'm fine. My stomach is fine. Don't worry about it," he insisted.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"I don't believe you." Rosalie reached out, attempting to pull open his robe.
Theodore caught her wrist. "Rose, what are you doing?" "Hold still. Rosalie's tone grew firm When she had walked in earlier, he had I been shirtless, and she thought she had seen something unusual. Determined, she forcefully pulled his robe open. What she saw made her gasp.
Theodore's chest was covered in scars.
There was a particularly noticeable one at the center of his chest-she knew it was from the arrow Yerick had shot at him. Just thinking about tha incident made her tremble.
His shoulder and other areas of his chest bore even more injuries-newer than the old wound on his chest, clearly inflicted not too long ago.
Rosalie raised her trembling hand and gently traced his wounds. "When did you get hurt?" The wound on his shoulder looked particularly severe, as if something had pierced right through it.
Theodore gently held her hand. "Rose, these are nothing. They'll heal soon."
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