“Are you supporting my impulsive marriage with Johnny?”
Rosalind laughed, “Why wouldn’t I support it? Marriage is a good thing, a joyful event! Why would I dampen your spirits?”
Tilda hesitated for a moment and whispered, “Rosalind, do you dislike Johnny?”
“I would if he bullied you.”
“Malcolm is afraid you’ll be angry. He even scolded me before, thinking I betrayed you by dating a man who once sided with Sirena!”
Rosalind paused for a moment.
That was indeed something Malcolm might do.
“I’m not upset at all. Honestly, I don’t really dislike Johnny. I just don’t have any particular fondness for him either. He’s Ulric’s good friend and genuinely considers Ulric’s interests. Even when he gave me a hard time, it was because he thought I failed Ulric and wasn’t worthy of him.”
Rosalind felt Tilda could also do such things for her sake.
“As long as you’re not upset, that’s fine. I’ve been worried all along.”
“Tilda, neither you nor Malcolm owes me anything. It’s me who owes you both, so don’t worry about my feelings.”
“Aren’t we family?” Tilda chuckled a few times. “Well, I’ve got the answer I wanted. I won’t disturb your rest anymore. Get some more sleep and conserve your energy. It’s probably going to be another long night over there.”
Rosalind propped herself up with her elbow and slowly sat up in bed.
“If he bothers me again today, I’ll beat him to a pulp.”
After all, if she had to die, she wanted to die with dignity!
Just then, Ulric walked into the room from outside, his tall figure draped in a dark coat, his black eyes fixed on her.
“Who are you planning to beat?”
How did he happen to hear that line?
She exchanged a few more words with Tilda before hanging up and then glanced at Ulric.
“Where did you go?”
“I went out to buy you cinnamon rolls.” Like magic, he produced a paper bag from his coat and handed it over. “They’re a Swedish specialty. Try them.”
Rosalind was taken aback but reached out to take it. “What’s so special about them that you’d go out personally to buy them?”
Ulric smirked as he looked at her neck, where he’d left his mark. Satisfied, he lifted her chin and kissed her repeatedly.
“I was afraid if I stayed in the room, I’d be tempted to sleep with you again.”
“Eat up. Besides cinnamon rolls, there are meatballs and pancakes. I’ve bought them all.”
It was clear he’d been trying hard to restrain himself, driving around Sweden for quite a while without daring to return to the room.
Coincidentally, Rosalind was hungry too.
She tried everything and found the pancakes the tastiest. The meatballs had a unique flavor-not bad but not particularly good either. Cinnamon rolls were local traditional pastries she’d seen before. She just didn’t like the taste of cinnamon much.
Ulric watched her chew little by little beside him, occasionally reaching out to pinch her cheek when it puffed up.
“What are you doing?”
“I couldn’t help myself.”
Ulric stopped smiling and leaned back against the sofa, crossing his long legs.
He seemed somewhat hesitant and only spoke after a while.
“Rosalind, how do you plan to deal with Sirena?”
At the mention of that name, her hand paused. She shook her head, saying, “I have no plans. I’ll leave it to the court’s judgement.”
“You can skip that step and tell me directly what you want! Whether you want to torment her or give her a quick end, I’ll take care of it for you.”