NovelEnglish"To...to look for my wife, of course," Theodore replied confidently.
"Your wife?" Sydney sneered. "Who's your wife?" "Mom, you clearly don't care about me, as I've said many times. You don't even know who my wife is." Theodore looked down, and added dejectedly, "You've never cared aboutsince I was a kid. I hardly saw you, and I had no idea where you went." Sydney had wanted to trap him with her words, but her eyes dimmed with guilt at his accusation.
She composed herself before saying, "Do you really hate me, then?" "What about you?" Theodore looked up. "Do you really hate me, too? You think of Dad whenever you see me." Tears suddenly welled up in Sydney's eyes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Alright, that's quite enough. Remove your wet clothes and get changed into these dry ones." Sydney sat next to him and wiped his face and hair before reaching out to unbutton his shirt. Suddenly, Theodore grabbed her hands and shoved her away rudely.
"What are you doing?" Sydney exclaimed in shock.
"I'm married. Don't touch me." Sydney rolled her eyes. "I know you're married. Your wife is Rosalie Young." "Why did you touchif you knew that? How shameless," Theodore said as he buttoned his shirt up and looked at her in disdain.
Sydney sighed helplessly.
This drunkard had clearly forgotten that he was divorced. What was the point of acting like a devoted husband? His wife was no longer his wife anymore.
Theodore was so drunk, Sydney couldn't bear to sober him up. Since he was already drunk, she would let him feel better about things. If being drunk allowed him to think that he's still married, then so be it. "I'm going home. Rose is at hwaiting for me. She'll get worried if I go hlate." He was completely immersed in his own world-a world where he was still married to Rosalie.
"Theo," Sydney said as she grabbed his arm. "It's fine. I've told her about it. You'll stay here for the night and go back tomorrow." "Where is this place?" Theodore's head was spinning so badly, he didn't even know what he was saying.
"Child, what's going on? You've turned into a fool after getting drunk." Sydney wanted to take off his wet jacket, lest he fell sick.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTheodore started struggling against her, and warned her in all seriousness, "I said, don't touch me! Why are you taking off my clothes?" He crossed his arms tight in a defensive stance. It looked hilarious and laughable.
"Rose will misunderstand if she sees this!" Sydney found the situation getting stranger and stranger by the minute.
"I'm your mother!" Sydney said exasperatedly. "Your biological m mother Your clothes are all wet, and I'm changing you out of them Quit fooling around." én.sw "Mom?" Theodore suddenly drew close to her, and said with widened eyes, "Where did you go? How did you cback? I haven't seen you in a long time." a "You beat." Sydney smacked the back of his head, but not too hard. "Yes, I'm back. I'm back to see my son. Can't |?"
Theodore chuckled. "Seems like you still remember your son. You weren't by my side even when was sick. You Pwas clearly don't care about me." Theodore was talking in circles. "Theo, you're so silly. Why did you
get a divorce when it made you so unhappy? Rose is slowly recovering from it, but you're falling deeper and deeper in it. You're not walking in your father's footsteps, you're the enhanced version of him," Sydney said.
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