“Take a rest, I won’t disturb you.”
Ulric took a few steps back, grabbed the shirt from the sofa, put it on, and was about to leave.
“The one who should leave is me; this is your home.” Rosalind’s nails dug deeply into her flesh to restrain herself from revealing any emotions. “I’ll stay at Tilda’s for the next few days. I’ll hand over my work at the company properly before resigning. When you’re ready for the wedding, give me a call.”
“Rosalind, I’ve told you, I have a cleanliness obsession.”
“… So?”
“We haven’t divorced yet, you’re still my wife, and this is your home. Are you planning to cheat with Malcolm while still married by staying at Tilda’s?”
Rosalind blinked, clearly not having thought that far.
It seemed he really cared about this matter, even associating her stay at Tilda’s with such thoughts.
Ulric took a deep breath and spoke hoarsely, “I’ll be on a business trip for the next few days and won’t be home. You stay here.”
The last five words sounded more like a command.
He instantly reverted to his role as the president of W Group, as if the disheveled person just now wasn’t him.
In the end, she compromised.
“Alright.”
Then she listened to him put on his shoes, open the door, and leave. His footsteps were heavy and slow.
Ulric didn’t want to leave; Rosalind knew that.
He was walking so slowly because he was waiting for her to ask him to stay. Even if she showed the slightest intention of asking him to stay, he would turn back immediately!
But Rosalind ultimately bit her lip and didn’t make a sound.
…
After he left, Rosalind cleaned the house until it was spotless.
She remembered Ulric’s obsession with cleanliness; she always remembered.
When she was too exhausted to move her hands anymore, she lay down on the living room sofa and fell asleep.
In a daze, Rosalind heard the sound of rain…
A gentle pitter-patter.
She rubbed her eyes and tried to sit up from the sofa, but perhaps because she hadn’t eaten much in recent days, she had no strength. She finally got up by holding onto the back of the sofa.
It was indeed raining outside. Raindrops seeped through the window cracks, wetting the fluttering off-white curtains.
Rosalind took out her phone and glanced at it. There were WeChat messages from Tilda and Malcolm, but none from Ulric.
He hadn’t sent her any messages.
Instinctively, she looked at the dining table but saw no note.
At that moment, a strong sense of loss hit her hard!
“Indeed… one can’t have too much…”
Rosalind stared blankly at the raindrops hitting the glass until her phone rang.
She looked down; it was an unfamiliar number.
She assumed all recent unknown numbers were from the Walters family or Sirena, so she answered with little courtesy.
“What is it?”
The other party clearly didn’t expect her cold tone and paused for a few seconds. “Did you know I would call you?”
It was a male voice, somewhat familiar.
“Who are you?”
“Johnny.”
“… Is something wrong with Ulric?” Rosalind immediately tightened her grip on her phone.
“Yes, he drank himself into a stomach hemorrhage and is now in the hospital.”
Rosalind instinctively got up to leave but suddenly realized something was off.
Wasn’t Johnny one of Sirena’s people? Why would he call her now?
Sensing her confusion, Johnny said helplessly, “Sirena has never been Ulric’s cure; I know that very well.”