FreeNovelSydney's smoking appearance was particularly charming-the alluring way she exhaled smoke was incredibly sexy. Even though Rosalie was a woman, she felt attracted to Sydney. If she were a man, she would be tempted.
Rosalie really didn't know who Wesley loved so much back then to mistreat Sydney like this. There was a beauty right in front of him, so why didn't he cherish her? It was really true what they said-if a man wanted to cheat, he would find a way.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRosalie didn't know what Sydney was laughing at.
Sydney took another drag of smoke, and exhaled it. "No, it's still the same." Rosalie was puzzled, "Then why is he..." "Why is he here, and why am I sleeping with him?" Rosalie smiled awkwardly. "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it." "There's nothing to hide." Sydney flicked the ash off her cigarette. "People have needs, and I can't be alone all the time. Having a sexual partner is okay, and Wesley is quite capable in that aspect. He can fulfil my needs." Rosalie was at a loss for words.
Sydney seemed so at ease, but then again, they were husband and wife. Adults couldn't always abstain, so maintaining a relationship like that was okay.
Rosalie suddenly realized that Sydney was very rational. She kept a distance from Wesley emotionally, and only focused on physical sensations. This wasn't too bad.
Sydney didn't care about emotions and just wanted pleasure, but Rosalie knew she couldn't live like this. Maybe she still couldn't hate Theodore wholeheartedly. If she truly hated him, she wouldn't let Theodore even touch her. She couldn't be as open-minded as Sydney.
Seeing Rosalie not speaking, Sydney said indifferently, "What's wrong? Do you think what I'm doing is wrong? I don't love him, but I'm still sleeping with him. You think it's strange, right?" "That's not it." Rosalie shook her head and explained herself. "I've never seen you that way. These are your affairs with Dad, and I absolutely won't comment. You can live life however you want it." They were both adults, not children who needed to be raised. Moreover, Rosalie felt like she didn't have the right to tell them what to do.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSydney pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray. "How's Theodore?" Actually, Sydney had allowed Rosalie to stay so that she could ask about Theodore.
"Theo... " Rosalie paused, looking hesitant.
Sydney frowned. "Why are you in a daze? Hurry up and speak." Theodore was her son, and after what happened last time, she was naturally worried.
"Mom... That night, Theo had a nightmare. He kept calling for you, m saying that when he grew up, Re would take care of you and protect you. But in his dream, it seemed like you weren't by his side, and he was very scared."
Sydney's hand suddenly trembled, and she clenched her clothes tightly. She then took out another cigarette from the cigarettelbox, put it between her lips, and lit it with a snap. She puffed on it again. "Is that so?" Sydney smiled a small smile. "Even at this age, he still wants his mother. How childish of him." Rosalie frowned. "Mom, is that really what you think?"
"Isn't it true?" Sydney said, her tone indifferent. "He's already in his twenties. He shouldn't expect his He mother to be by his side all the time. That would be terrifying. If he beca mama's boy, I would be ashamed." "Mom, you know he's not like that." Rosalie was somewhat upset. "His trauma comes from being lonely as a child, and your rocky relationship with Dad had a big impact on him." X
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