FreeNovel"Don't be scared," Theodore said, holding her hand. "I'll help you chase those bad guys away." Rosalie burst out laughing. "What if you're the bad guy?" Theodore's face stiffened. "Do you mean to tellthat I was the bad guy who chased you in your nightmare?" Rosalie, wanting to tease him, nodded. "Yes. You were chasing afterwith a knife, wanting to kill me. I was so frightened." Theodore's face turned cold, and he stood up. "Looks like I didn't chase you hard enough. I would've chopped you to pieces straight away." It was bad enough she had a nightmare. To think she even dreamt of him as a bad guy who wanted to kill her! How terrible was he in her eyes? Then, he was reminded of how she thought he would throw her down the stairs last time.
Ridiculous! He didn't dare to continue thinking about how tarnished his image was in her eyes.
Perhaps her impression of him had sunk so low-beyond even the deepest valley, deep in the crevices of the earth, close to its core.
Rosalie rubbed her eyes. "Are you angry at me? It's just a dream. Why are you being so petty?" "I..." Theodore was annoyed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Dreams are just filled with nonsense from everywhere," Rosalie said. She didn't think much of it.
"What one thinks about during the day is what one dreams about at night. You think I want to kill you, so you dreamt that. You thought I wanted to throw you down the stairs last time. It's not a stretch for you to dream of that," Theodore said, clearly upset.
Rosalie forced a smile.
"Yeah," she conceded.
The thought of what happened before made her slightly awkward. However, it didn't change the fact that it was true. Theodore's expression at that twas horrifying, and she had indeed been frightened. Yet now, it seemed as though Theodore was angry at her line of thought at that time.
Theodore was about to reply to Rosalie's acknowledgement, but she spoke first.
"I'm hungry. I'm going to wash up and head down for breakfast." "I'm so angry, I've lost my appetite," Theodore said, looking displeased.
He was behaving just like a child, throwing a temper tantrum and waiting for someone to coax him out of it. Rosalie shook her head helplessly. She pulled the sheets away, and sat on the bedside. Thinking about how she shared the sbed with Theodore last night left her reeling.
Why were things getting stranger by the minute? Theodore was just like a child. When he was deep in his dreams last night, he looked just like a helpless, flailing little boy. Her motherly instincts kicked in hard.
She couldn't bring herself to get angry at Theodore when he was like that. That was especially so, since she was a mother now.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Alright. I understand that you want to be angry at me, but you still have to eat. I'm hungry right now," she said. Theodore turned his face away; upon hearing that she was hungry, his stance softened, and he glanced at her stomach.
"Is that so? How hungry are you?" "Starving," Rosalie said, throwing him a pitiful glance.
"Lethave a touch and see if you're starving." Theodore reached out for her stomach. Rosalie's heart leapt, and she hurriedly pushed his hand away.
She was already three months pregnant. There was every possibility that he might sense something ё m amiss if he touched her stomach.
Although her baby bump was still not obvious, there was a bump there alright. Theodore furrowed his brows at her reaction. "What's the matter?" Rosalie, in a bid to erase his suspicions, said awkwardly, "We're already divorced. Don't be so touchy with me." "We shared the sbed last night. What's wrong withtouching your stomach?" He thought she was acting strange, as if she was hiding something from him.
Rosalie pulled her hand back from her stomach, trying her best not to look suspicious. With a forced smile, she said, "I'm just ticklish."
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