Rosalie lowered her head, smiling bitterly.

What else could she ask for? She was sure she had exhausted all the luck in her life to get a chance to marry the man before her.

Her parents were ordinary employees at SK Enterprise. They had been trapped in the control room during a fire, but had managed to shut down the critical systems before they died. Their actions prevented the release of toxic substances and avoided more casualties.

The media had reported on the incident for several days straight, sharing recordings of her parents' last conversation with the outside world.

Orphaned at the age of ten, Rosalie was taken in by her aunt, who was the only option available. However, the woman smoked, drank, and gambled. A year later, Rosalie’s aunt squandered all the money SK Enterprise had given the young girl to compensate for the loss of her parents.

When Rosalie was eleven years old, her aunt dumped her at the doorstep of SK Enterprise.

Clutching her backpack tightly to her chest, Rosalie waited at the company's entrance for two days. She was hungry and tired, but had nowhere else to go.

Finally, when the chairman of SK Enterprise saw her as he passed by, he took her home. From then on, he provided for Rosalie, taking care of everything from her education to her daily needs. Eventually, he had her marry his grandson, Theodore.

Theodore didn't oppose the marriage, but he privately told Rosalie, "Even if we get married, I can't give you affection. If Cynthia comes back, our marriage will end. You can't object when that time comes."

Rosalie's heart ached at his words. It was as if he had taken a knife and stabbed her heart.

But she knew that if she refused to marry him, his grandmother, Rebecca Jarvis, would definitely blame Theodore and wouldn't let it go. Rebecca might even ruin her health out of anger.

So, even though it hurt, Rosalie could only nod and bear it.

"No problem. Anyway, I only see you as a brother. I don't have any romantic feelings for you. If you want a divorce, just tell me anytime. I won't hold you back,” she had said.

That was how their marriage began.

After they got married, Theodore treated Rosalie like a precious treasure. Everyone thought he loved her very much, but she knew he was only doing these things because he was a responsible man. He treated her kindly out of duty, not love.

Now, that duty had ended.

Rosalie finished the last bite of egg on her plate and stood up. "I'm full. I'm going back to the room."

She stood up, pulled out the chair, and was about to leave. However, as she stood up, she realized her head felt heavy and her feet light. She stepped forward too quickly. With a twist of her foot, she tumbled forward.

"Ah!"

Instinctively, she covered her belly. She panicked and tried to stop her fall, but she was suddenly lifted up and cradled in a pair of strong arms.

"What's the rush? Are you hurt?"

Theodore carefully checked her body. When he found nothing wrong, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't do this again. You're all grown up, but you're still like a child,” he said with a hint of reproach.

"I'm fine. Maybe I didn't sleep well last night," Rosalie said, avoiding his gaze.

What was the point of his concern?

Rosalie tried to shake off his hand, but Theodore seemed to sense something and furrowed his brow. He lifted her higher and more securely in his arms.

"Ah!" A startled Rosalie instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. "What are you doing?"

"I'm carrying you so you won't fall again."

"I'm fine! Put me down, okay? This isn't appropriate."

"What's not appropriate about it?"

"We're getting a divorce."

Theodore looked at her blankly, a hint of displeasure flickered briefly in his eyes.

"We still need to sign the papers. We're still husband and wife before that happens. Or are you trying to say that you never wanted me to touch you from the beginning, and now you can't wait to keep your distance?"

His tone was somewhat harsh. He made it sound as if the divorce was something she had coldly proposed, something he could only reluctantly accept.

"I didn't mean it that way," Rosalie snapped, feeling a bit angry.

If she had meant it like that, she wouldn’t have let him touch her last night, especially since she was pregnant.

Without saying anything else, Theodore carried her back to the bedroom and placed her gently on the bed. His movements were tender and caring, causing Rosalie to desperately hold back her tears.

As he straightened her clothes, his large hands inadvertently brushed against her belly. Rosalie's heart skipped a beat. She quickly grabbed his hand and pushed it away. Her lower abdomen was still very flat, but instinctively, she felt guilty and was worried about being discovered.

Theodore paused at her actions. "What's wrong?"

Was she not letting him touch her now because they were about to get a divorce?

"It's nothing. I just didn't sleep well and am feeling a bit dizzy," Rosalie explained, giving an excuse.

"Shall I call a doctor? You don't look too good."

Theodore reached out and touched her forehead. She didn't feel warm and her temperature was normal, but he still felt like something was off.

"I'm really fine."

Rosalie couldn't risk having a doctor come over now, lest they discover her pregnancy.

"I just need to sleep. I'll be fine after a nap."

"Rose, I'll give you one last chance. Either tell me the truth, or I'll take you to the hospital."

Did she think he didn’t know that she was hiding something?

Rosalie forced a smile. "It's just that it's been a while since we've been intimate. It’s taking me a while to recover because we did it so suddenly last night. You don’t have to take me to the hospital. I’ll be fine after I get some rest. It’ll be awkward to go to the hospital when there’s nothing wrong with me."

Upon hearing her reasonable explanation, a hint of embarrassment flashed in the man's eyes. He immediately pulled up the blanket to cover her.

"You should have said so earlier. You didn't have to get up, I could have brought breakfast to bed for you."

Rosalie clenched her fists under the blanket, holding back her tears. He was so cruel. How could he care for her like this after proposing a divorce?

Theodore raised his hand and glanced at the time on his watch. It looked like he had something to attend to.

"Honey... Mr. Spencer, if you have something to do, go ahead. I'll be fine after I get some rest."

Theodore frowned at the way she addressed him. She had never called him that before.

"What did you call me?"

Theodore sounded calm, but his tone carried a hint of restrained anger.

Rosalie hardened her heart and said, "We're getting divorced, so it's better to adapt early. If we accidentally call each other too affectionately after the divorce, others might misunderstand."

Finding her words grating, Theodore stood up and turned to leave without another word. Almost simultaneously, Rosalie turned her body, tears silently streaming down her face.

Theodore's footsteps suddenly halted, and he turned back to his wife. "Rose, you've always seen me as a brother, haven't you?"

Rosalie was slightly startled at his question. Why was he bringing this up now? She discreetly wiped away the tears on her face before looking up at Theodore.

"What?"

"Before we got married, you said you had no romantic feelings for me and that you only saw me as a brother."

"I did say that."

"Your feelings haven't changed, right? You don't have any romantic feelings for me, and you only see me as a brother, don't you?"

Staying silent, Rosalie clutched the bedsheet tightly, her knuckles turning white. She bit her lip hard, tears flowing incessantly as she struggled to control her trembling body.

When she first laid eyes on Theodore at the age of eleven, she had been drawn to him. His eyes seemed to hold the beauty of the entire galaxy. They got engaged at nineteen, and she married him at twenty. Now, she was twenty-one years old.

Since the start, her feelings for him had never wavered. Instead, they had grown deeper with time.

Although they had only been married for a year, they had been together for ten years. He was her entire youth, and no one else could ever hold her heart. It was as if she had been poisoned, and he was her antidote.

"Why aren’t you answering me? Is there something you can't say?" Theodore pressed.