NovelEnglishChapter 221 Rosalie quickly shifted away from him, putting sdistance between them. Her expression was wary as she asked, "What are you doing?" "You toldto rest, right? This is my room and my bed. Of course I'm going to lie down here!" The usually dignified man now seemed like a spiteful troublemaker, shameless and unreserved. Strangely, it carried an undeniable allure about him.
Rosalie had the urge to reprimand him, but she couldn't find a reason to argue back. It was indeed his home, and she would move out after the divorce.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Fine, since this is your room, you sleep here. I'll leave," she said.
She would sleep in the guest room. At this point, she didn't care that tonight was their last night together. Things between her and Theodore had gotten ugly, and nothing else mattered.
Theodore gripped her wrist tightly as she moved to get off the bed. Despite her attempts to free herself, she found it impossible. Rosalie frowned. "What are you doing?" Theodore noticed how often she had asked him what he was doing whenever he approached her.
What was he doing? He was her husband, but she treated him like a stranger. Whenever he got close, she seemed to suspect his intentions and treated him like a ferocious beast.
"I'm your husband. Everything I do is normal!" Suddenly, he pushed her down onto the bed, pinning her down. His large hand gripped her chin, exerting more and more pressure and almost dislocating her bones.
"Don't look atlike I'm going to eat you. Even if I did, what then?" He released her chin, unbuttoning his shirt and spreading it open, his chest heaving tically. Even from a distance, Rosalie could hear the pounding of his heart. His eyes blazed with such intensity that they could almost set her on fire.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRosalie's heart pounded furiously, her nerves on edge. She swallowed hard. Uneasy, she said, "We're getting divorced tomorrow. You shouldn't..." "Shouldn't what?" Theodore interrupted her. "Shouldn't kiss you, touch you, or sleep with you?" Rosalie gripped the bedsheet beneath her, "Exactly. Don't forget Cynthia's situation. You promised her you'd marry her." "I did promise her that." Theodore's hands pressed down on either side of her face, his eyes flashing severely. "But I never said I wouldn't touch you before the divorce." A sly smile crept onto his lips. "Let's do the math. We still have several hours left." Seeing the malice in his eyes, Rosalie felt extremely nervous.
Instinctively, she worried about her stomach. She didn't dare provoke Theodare, especially now that he had been drinking. A drunkard was capable of anything. There was a long silence between them. Rosalie's vision suddenly blurred as tears welled up in her eyes.
She said softly, "Theo."
Her voice was soft, and it carried a hint of sadness. Reaching out, she gently touched his forehead. There el was still a faint scar on his temple, a reminder of the day in the hospital when he got injured trying to shield her from a flying vase.
The wound had mostly healed after a few days of rest, but upon closer inspection, there were still traces of Ashburn
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