The Love that Never Really Dies (Sasha and Sebastian)

Chapter 1955

In the end, Theo walked up to her.

"Let me do it."

He took the medication from the hands of the housemaid since he did bear some responsibility for what had happened in the day.

Cognizant that Rosalie shared a turbulent relationship with her sisters, Theo had also learned from the file Lana gave him that the former was hated within the Tilan family.

In fact, the animosity toward her was so strong within Tilan Palace that someone was always out to murder her at any given moment.

While they were in school, he, as her bodyguard, had failed to protect her despite knowing that her two sisters had already entered. Therefore, the responsibility for the incident was his.

After picking up the ointment, Theo bent down beside Rosalie.

The feisty Rosalie, with a scowl on her face, shot him a glare and reprimanded, "What are you doing? Did I give you permission to do that?"

Theo bore with it.

"Ms. Rosalie, I'm sorry for what happened during the day. I was in the washroom and didn't head over since I assumed Samson would go in with you."

While explaining to her, he didn't forget to blame Samson too.

Rosalie simply sneered in response, "Who needs you to come over? What makes you think I can't handle them?" Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

After falling silent for a fleeting moment, he opened the tube of ointment in his hand.

"Let me put it on for you. otherwise, you'll be ridiculed again if the wound on your mouth doesn't heal by tomorrow." Then, before she could throw another tantrum, he dabbed some ointment with his finger and applied it to her face.

In that instant, Rosalie, who looked up, was stunned when her furious gaze met Theo's mesmerizing eyes.

He has such beautiful eyes, just like the crescent moon.

When Theo looked at her with his frosty aura suppressed, all that was left in his obsidian eyes was a sort of gentle warmth.

As she continued to peer into them, she could detect a hint of glee in his eyes.

Is he smiling?

The thought caused Rosalie's heart to skip a beat.

Meanwhile, Theo was oblivious to what was going through her mind. He was just worried that the spoilt Rosalie would give him grief if the swelling on her face didn't go down.

As a result, he applied the ointment meticulously, just like how he always did for his sister at home.

When he was finally done, he got to his feet and reported in a casual tone, "There you go."

In that instant, he noticed the uncomfortable look on Rosalie's face. Even her ear lobes had turned red.

What's wrong with her? Is she worried that I might have scratched her face?

After putting the ointment back on the table, Theo tactfully took a step back.

Rosalie, too, looked away as she picked up the spoon on the table obediently. For once, she finished her supper without making a fuss.

Once she had finished and it was time for her to rest, Theo waited for her to head upstairs so he could leave.

Unexpectedly, halfway up the stairs, she instructed him to follow her.

"Guard my door tonight. Remember, if you leave, even for a single step, you will no longer be needed in Tilan Palace," she warned.

There was only one fate that awaited those who weren't needed there-death.

As his gaze darkened, Theo followed her upstairs with an emotionless face.

That night, Rosalie could only remember that it was the best sleep she had gotten in a very long time.

However, when she opened the door after waking up, she saw Theo, who was supposed to be standing at attention, hunching forward and supporting himself with his hands on the railing. He looked as if he could no longer stand the pain that he had long endured.

"Theo, w-what's wrong?"

She hesitated before calling out to him from behind his back.

At the sound of her voice, the figure in front of her froze. Rosalie then watched as he gradually straightened his body and turned around to reveal an extremely calm face.

Unfortunately, it was one that was frighteningly pale.

On top of that, when she saw the sweat beading his forehead, she was rendered speechless.

"Ms. Rosalie, you're awake. Can I go back and get a change of clothes? I don't want to sully you with the stench of my overnight sweat when we go out later," Theo plainly requested with a cold look in his eyes.

Rosalie, whose eyes were filled with concern, froze when she caught the look on his face. All of a sudden, she was flooded with rage.

"You're useless!"

After admonishing him, she turned around and returned to her room.

Bang!

The door slammed shut loudly behind her.

Standing there watching, Theo didn't feel any fear at all. Instead, intense hatred was the only emotion in his bloodshot eyes as he stared at the door.

With that, Theo proceeded to leave.

Along the way, his usual walking pace had slowed down to a heavy-footed trudge, while his body was no longer as upright as before.

It wasn't until he slipped back to his room and reached his hand into his shirt that he realized it was all covered with blood.q