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Theodore stared at her quietly. His gaze was intense, as if he wanted to skin her alive.

Rosalie felt very uncomfortable to be stared at like that. She

pretended to be unbothered as she lay down on the sofa and put her phone aside.

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Feeling uneasy, she turned her back against him, but she could still feel his gaze searing into her back. A chill ran down her spine.

She closed her eyes tightly, and suddenly sat up. Then, she whipped her head around and glared at Theodore.

“Why are you staring at me?” she demanded.

“Why aren’t you chatting with him anymore?” Theodore asked coldly his tone somewhat sullen.

“Do you want me to keep chatting with him?” Rosalie rebuked.

“Why are you asking me if you should chat with him? We’re divorced, aren’t we?”

If one listened carefully, Theodore sounded quite jealous.

“Who asked you?” Rosalie pouted. “Stop staring at me! What’s wrong if I chat with him?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Theodore replied indifferently. “I didn’t say anything.”

Even though he said nothing, Rosalie felt bothered. She didn’t know if she was overthinking it, or if Theodore’s gaze was indeed off.

She realized that this man could easily affect her emotions. Regardless if she said something or kept quiet, she couldn’t feel at

ease.

Just then, her phone screen lit up again. She picked up the phone, and

saw’a new text.

‘I’m Yvonne,‘ it said.

Rosalie immediately clicked on it.

As soon as she did, Yvonne sent her another message.

‘I’ve been asking my brother for your number, and he wouldn’t give it to me for so long! He’s so annoying! I told him you wouldn’t mind, but he didn’t believe me. That bastard!’

Yvonne sent an angry emoji.

Rosalie smiled and replied, ‘Don’t talk about your brother like that. He’s just being careful.‘

‘I think he’s just being petty. He just didn’t want to give it to me.‘

‘Well, he gave it to you now, didn’t he? Don’t be angry. I’d love to have a brother like that. He probably loves you a lot.”

Yvonne sent Rosalie a cheeky emoji. ‘Then you can have him. He can be your brother from now on.‘

Rosalie sent an eye–rolling emoji. ‘It’s fine. He’s your brother. How could you give him to me?‘

“I totally can, and I’d be happy to! Oh, my brother just messaged me saying you’re about to sleep. Am I disturbing you?‘

‘No, you’re not, but I am about to sleep.‘

‘Alright then, goodnight. We can text each other tomorrow. Have a good rest!‘

‘You should go to bed early, too. Staying up late is bad for your skin,‘ Rosalie texted.

‘I got it, lil sis,‘ Yvonne replied.

‘Lil sis?‘

‘Yeah! Didn’t you say you wanted my brother? You get a sister by

default, then. I’m a bit older than you, so I can be your big sister.‘

Rosalie shook her head helplessly, and replied, ‘You’re really bold to call me your little sister.”

‘Why not? Life’s too short not to be bold!”

‘I think you’re just trying to take advantage of me. I haven’t agreed yet.”

‘So, will you agree?‘

‘We’ll see how you do.‘

‘Just you wait! I’ll make sure to do my best.”

Rosalie sent Yvonne a rose emoji.

Yvonne replied with a kissing emoji. Their brief chat ended for now.

Rosalie looked up from her screen, and realized that Theodore was still staring at her.

“You seemed to have enjoyed that conversation,” he said calmly. Yet, if one listened closely, one would be able to tell he was implying something.

Rosalie nodded.

“Yes, it was quite enjoyable.” She put her phone aside. “What’s the matter? Do you have a problem with it?”

“No problem. As long as you’re happy. It seems Sebastian knows how to make you smile,” he said in a gloomy tone.

“Oh, that wasn’t Sebastian just now,” Rosalie said. “It was another friend.”

“Another friend?” Theodore frowned instantly. “You have quite a lot of friends. You can’t stop chatting, can you? How many backups do you. have?”

He obviously thought that Yvonne was a man.

Rosalie’s eyes glinted slyly. Theodore was really clueless.

She didn’t correct him, but instead smiled and said, “I’m wealthy now, so isn’t it normal for me to have a few backups? I’ll make sure my future partner listens to me and does whatever I say.”

Theodore clenched his fist under the blanket. “Is that so? And who do you think is the

he most obedient among your backups? Is it Sebastian,

or the one you were just talking to?”

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“Well…” Rosalie scratched her nose in contemplation. “It’s too early to tell. I just got divorced, and I want to have fun. The world is so big and beautiful. I won’t just stick to one fish like before.”

There seemed to be a thunderous cloud above Theodore’s head. So, she was implying that he was the fish she regretted sticking to?

“You make it sound like marrying me was such a chore.” It was obvious that Theodore was displeased. He said bluntly, “I’ve already let you go, so stop being sarcastic.”

“I’m not being sarcastic. You’re the one who’s acting weird. I answer when you ask me a question, and then you say I’m being sarcastic. I think you’re just being petty.”

“You…”

Theodore felt a surge of emotion within him that made him very uneasy. He huffed and turned around, then buried his face in the pillow like a child throwing a tantrum.

Rosalie blinked, confused.

Was Theodore angry? When did he become such a pushover?

Whatever! He could be angry if he wanted.

Rosalie lay down properly, and pulled the blanket over herself.

After a while, she turned her head and saw that Theodore was still

lying with his face buried in the pillow.

Wasn’t he afraid of suffocating himself?

Fine, let him suffocate! It wasn’t her problem. He was about to

become Cynthia’s husband, anyway!

Some more time passed.

She couldn’t help but steal a glance at him again. Finally, she couldn’t

stand it anymore. She got off the sofa, and went to stand next to

Theodore.

“Hey, don’t sleep like that.”

It wasn’t safe to sleep like that.

However, Theodore didn’t respond.

Rosalie frowned, and poked his arm. “Hey, Theo? Theo? Theo, stop pretending to be dead!”

Her heart started racing, and she pressed hard on his back.

“Arghhhh!” A thunderous yell echoed through the villa.

The butler, who was standing outside, quietly took out his phone and -dialed a number. “Hello, Madam Jarvis. Mr. Theodore is yelling as if

he’s in pain. Please listen to this.”

“Rosalie, if you want to kill me, just say so! Why torture me?!” Theodore roared.

Seeing that he was still alive, Rosalie breathed a sigh of relief.

“I thought you were dead,” she said.

“So you decided to mess with me?” he asked angrily.

“I thought you were dead. You didn’t make a sound,” Rosalie repeated.

“So you pressed on my wound?”

“I thought you were dead. You didn’t make a sound.”

“You…”

“I thought you were dead. You didn’t make a sound.”

Every single time, before he could speak, she would cut him off. Theodore was at a loss for words.

Frowning, he said, “Why don’t you just go to bed and don’t concern yourself if I’m making a sound or not? I need sleep too!”

“I thought you were suffocating. Why did you bury your face in the pillow?”

“Because I wanted to. Didn’t you tell me to sleep on my stomach?” Theodore rebuked.

“Only sulking children bury their faces in pillows,” Rosalie pointed out, and she turned around to go back to the sofa to lie down.

Theodore was rendered speechless.

He felt very vexed, and was indeed sulking. If he had known, he wouldn’t have divorced her and would annoy her every day.

All of a sudden, he found everything laughable. To think he was

actually arguing with her over such insignificant matters! He really was becoming more and more childish by the day.

“Rose, you really hurt me,” he muttered, deciding to embrace his

childishness completely.

Rosalie turned around. After some thought, she sat up and asked, “Do you want me to take a look?”

Theodore nodded. “Yeah.”

Rosalie sat on the edge of his bed, and pulled back the blanket. Theodore obediently sat up.

Rosalie carefully took off his shirt. She was feeling a bit regretful as she did press him hard earlier, but she genuinely thought he had

fainted.

He probably saw her as a wicked witch now.

Rosalie slowly unwrapped his bandages. It hadn’t been long, so his wounds were still in bad shape.

“Lie down. I’ll change your dressing. She then went to get the medical

kit.

Theodore lay on his stomach, feeling her hands gently tending to the

wounds on his back.

“Rose,” Theodore asked quietly, “do you really plan on marrying

someone else?”

Rosalie’s hands paused, then she replied, “I just got divorced. Are your hoping I’ll get married soon?”

“No. I’m just asking if you have any plans to remarry in the future.”

“I can’t answer you, because I don’t know. For now, I have no plans to

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Theodore was resting his chin on the back of his hands. A small smile appeared on his face as he said, “That’s good.”

Rosalie’s brows furrowed. “Do you even hear yourself? You think it’s good that I’m not remarrying, but you’re perfectly justified in marrying Cynthia.”

“I made a promise to her, so I have to keep it,” Theodore said, turning his head around slightly. “She’s very ill right now.”

“I know. She needs a heart transplant. When the doctors were pushing her into the operating room, you vowed to her that you would marry her. She was so moved that she cried.”

There was confusion in Theodore’s eyes. “How do you know about -that?”

She knew all the details. Was Rose there that night too?

That night, after Theodore left home and drove to the hospital, he had, a feeling a car was following him. Because he was in a hurry to get to the hospital, he didn’t pay much attention.

Was Rose the one who followed him…?

Rosalie smiled wryly.

“I was angry that you were going to see Cynthia the other day, so I followed you. I wanted to see just how serious her condition was to make you go over in a hurry like that I saw everything. I saw how much you care about her,” she confessed.

“Why didn’t you tell me you went?” Theodore asked. He wondered if, perhaps, that was the night Rosalie sought comfort from Sebastian.

Thinking of Sebastian, his eyes grew cold again. Sebastian naturally became his enemy right from their first meeting, like there could be no two rulers in one town.

“What’s there to tell?” Rosalie was indifferent. “As soon as I saw how much you cared for Cynthia, I left.”

“Why didn’t you go home? Why did you go to Sebastian instead?” Theodore pressed.

Rosalie stayed silent. She didn’t tell him that it had rained heavily that night, and that she had collapsed in the rain in pain. She had also

nearly met with an accident.

Sebastian was the one who came all the way to visit her at the

hospital. At that time, Theodore was by Cynthia’s bedside, and didn’t leave for a second.

She was very grateful to Sebastian for providing her comfort in her moments of despair. She didn’t see a need to let Theodore know all this; he would only see her as even more pathetic.

Silence fell over the room. Theodore didn’t say anything more, but his heart ached, as if something was clawing it.

After Rosalie reapplied his medication and wrapped new bandages around him, she put the medical kit away.

“All done. You can sleep now.” Rosalie went back to the sofa to lie down.

Laying on his side, Theodore stared at her fixedly.

“Cynthia needs a heart, but we don’t know when the doctors will find a suitable one. I’ll probably marry her soon, before her surgery.”

Rosalie was lying on her back, staring calmly at the ceiling. She clenched the hem of her clothes tightly under the blanket, and said with a wry smile, “If you want to fulfill her wish, marry her soon. It’s difficult to get heart donors.”

She felt pain, but the agony was mingled with a numbness. More accurately, she had gotten used to it. Now that they were divorced, she shouldn’t expect things to change; she should just get used to the pain until it became numb.

“If you ever want to marry someone in the future, I’ll give you the best dowry,” Theodore suddenly said.

Rosalie raised an eyebrow and turned around. “What did you say?”

“I’m your brother.” Theodore smiled gently. “So, I’ll take care of you for life. If any man mistreats you in the future, I’ll make sure to teach him a lesson.”

“So, you’re going to teach my future husband a lesson as my brother?

Rosalie asked.

Theodore nodded. “Yes.”

Rosalie smiled mirthlessly. “Then can I, as your sister, teach Cynthia a lesson? If she does anything wrong, can I do that too?”

Theodore’s expression stiffened.

After a pause, he said helplessly, “I’m tired. You should sleep, too.”

In the end, whenever Cynthia was mentioned, he had nothing more to

say.

Theodore slowly closed his eyes.

Rosalie lay down, facing the ceiling again. Tears slid down the corners of her eyes. She wiped them away, pretending those tears had never fallen.

Time ticked by slowly.

Rosalie couldn’t sleep. She turned to look at Theodore, and saw that he was fast asleep.

Checking the time, she realized it was already early morning. Time sure flew by.

Rosalie touched her abdomen gently.

“Baby, isn’t your dad ridiculous? He wants to divorce me for another woman, but now, he’s shamelessly saying he’ll protect me forever. There’s no one more ridiculous than him.”

“Baby, I don’t hate your dad now, so you shouldn’t hate him either. We shouldn’t live with hatred, it’s much too exhausting.

“Your dad just doesn’t love Mommy. He only sees me as a sister. He doesn’t have any romantic feelings for me. It’s just my wishful

thinking, and an unrequited love on my part.

“What can a woman do when a man doesn’t love her? Is that an unforgivable crime?

“Baby, I… I really tried, but your dad doesn’t love me.”

Rosalie’s eyes grew dimmer, and she could feel tears swimming in her eyes. She recalled Wesley’s terrible words.

“Luckily, Rose doesn’t have any children, or they’d end up like you–a curse!”

Rosalie grasped the fabric covering her belly tightly. She wouldn’t let such a curse fall upon her child.

‘In the future, no matter what, Mommy will support you. Mommy won’t force you to marry someone you don’t love,‘ she thought determinedly.

Suddenly, Theodore murmured, “Mom…”

Rosalie raised her head, and strained to listen. Theodore was muttering something in his sleep, and he moved slightly. Rosalie go

got out of the sofa and walked barefoot to the bed. As she got closer, she saw that Theodore was frowning and muttering under his breath.

“Mom, where are you? You and dad don’t want me anymore…

He clutched the edge of the blanket tightly, then loosened his grip. He repeated the action several times, as if trying to grasp something but failing. He seemed to be trapped in his nightmare.

Rosalie immediately reached out and held his hand.

The moment he felt Rosalie’s hand in his, he instantly calmed down. His tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

“Mom, can you tell me a story?”

Tears welled up in Rosalie’s eyes. He must be dreaming about his mother as a child.

“Mom, please don’t leave, okay? If Dad doesn’t come back, I can stay with you.”

“Mom, can you hold me while I sleep…? I’m afraid of the thunder.”

A gust of chilly wind blew in from outside, and Theodore trembled.

Just as Rosalie was about to close the window, he tightened his grip on her hand. “Don’t leave… Please don’t leave. When I grow up, I’ll take care of you, Mom. We don’t need Dad.”

Rosalie sighed softly, her heart softening as she lay down beside him. She stretched out her left arm and put it gently around his shoulders, avoiding his wound.

Seemingly sensing a comforting fragrance, Theodore’s initially tense body gradually relaxed. He nestled into Rosalie’s embrace, holding her tightly like a three–year–old child without a sense of security, trembling,

“Mom, don’t leave… I’m afraid of the thunder.”

Rosalie placed her hand on the back of his head tenderly. She stroked his hair while whispering in his ear, “Mom’s not leaving. I’ll stay with you. Be good, and go to sleep.”

She kissed him gently on his forehead.

Lying in her embrace, Theodore felt safe. He smiled with satisfaction, and his nightmares stopped.

Rosalie’s eyes were moist.

‘Theo, you knew what happened between your parents as a child, so why did you go down the same path?

‘You say that I’m different from your mother, that I don’t love you. But if I did love you, would you change your mind? You wouldn’t… You’d still marry Cynthia. If you knew I loved you, you’d just find me even more pathetic.

‘Theo, I won’t let our child repeat our mistakes. When he or she grows up, I’ll make sure our child marries for love. I won’t let our child hurt others. If the Spencers are truly cursed, it should end here.‘

Everything was silent. Eventually, Rosalie drifted off to sleep.

Theodore stayed in her arms while she held his head. She let him bury his face in her chest; they nestled close together, finding warmth and solace in each other.

The next day, an earth–shattering voice echoed throughout Sebastian’s villa.

“Seb, save me! Please!!!”

Sebastian was still sound asleep. He was having a wonderful dream, where he and Rosalie were getting married.

Rosalie was wearing a wedding dress, looking like a goddess- beautiful and noble. She was slowly walking toward him, a happy smile on her face.

On the other hand, he was ecstatic, and reached out his hand to her The two of them stood on the stage; under everyone’s gaze, they exchanged wedding rings.

When the host announced that the groom could kiss the bride, he cupped her face and gazed at her delicate cheeks. Feeling his heart race, he closed his eyes and leaned in slowly to kiss her.

Just as their lips were only a few millimeters apart, a woman’s sharp voice pulled him out of his dream.

Sebastian had the urge to kill someone.

He wasn’t a man with a particularly good temper. His good temper was reserved only for Rosalie, but this woman’s voice was obviously not hers!

“Seb, save me!”

Bang, bang, bang!

After knocking on the door a few times, Yvonne turned the door handle and rushed in.

“Seb, I accidentally broke Dad’s antique vase–and it’s his favorite, too! He’ll kill me if he finds out! Hurry up and save me!”

She yanked the blanket off Sebastian, who was only wearing a pair of sleep shorts. His upper body was bare, revealing his well–defined abs.

Yvonne suddenly froze, staring in a daze. If Sebastian weren’t her brother, she would have pounced on him long ago.

Sebastian opened his eyes and looked at her darkly, then sat up lazily in bed.

“Yvonne, do you know what I want to do right now?”

“Save your dear sister!” Yvonne sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing his arm. “Wow, Seb. You’re so muscular.”

She punched his muscles playfully.

Sebastian stared coldly at her. She was really annoying.

Recalling that she had more urgent matters to tend to, Yvonne said, You need to find a vase identical to this one. This is the one.”

She took out her phone, and showed him a photo.

“Please find the exact same one. I’m begging you!”

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Sebastian glanced at the photo, smirking. “Forget it. This vase is one of a kind. You won’t find another like it. Besides, you made the mistake yourself. Even if Dad cuts off your hand, I won’t butt in.”

She had interrupted his wonderful dream, and still expected him to help her. Keep dreaming!

Sebastian wasn’t a magnanimous person. He had been so, so close to kissing Rosalie.

This annoying girl was bad at everything except causing trouble.

“Seb, I’m your sister! If you don’t help me, who will?” Yvonne was on the verge of tears.

“What does your mess have to do with me? You just couldn’t stay still. The more you’re told not to touch something, the more you want to touch it!” Sebastian reprimanded her.

Their father’s antique collection was kept in a special room, away from especially Yvonne, because everyone knew how clumsy she was. Anything good in her hands was at risk of being broken.

Every time she broke something, their father would be furious–but Sebastian always protected her, hiding her behind him.

Every time, Sebastian would go easy on Yvonne–but this time, he definitely wouldn’t!

“I was just curious. I’ve never seen that vase before, and I just touched it gently. It’s not my fault it wasn’t placed properly. It’s Dad’s fault!”

Seeing Yvonne still trying to shift the blame, Sebastian snorted coldly “Tell that to Dad, not me. Get out!”

He figured he might still be able to continue his previous dream if he went back to sleep now.

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Just as Sebastian lay back down, Yvonne grabbed his arm and yanked him up.

“I don’t care! You have to save me. If you don’t help me, I’ll…”

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“You’ll what?” Sebastian retorted coldly. “You messed up. Can’t y solve your own problems?”

“I am solving it! Getting your help is the best way for me to solve this problem!” Yvonne said confidently.

She had relied on Sebastian ever since she was a child, and asking for his help was second nature. Her way of solving problems was always straightforward and simple: have Sebastian help her.

Sebastian said sternly, “You should learn to take responsibility for yourself. You’re an adult now.”

“Seb, just this once, please? Please help me!”

“No. Get out,” he said icily.

“If you don’t help me, I’ll go find Rosalie right now!”

“What for?” Sebastian frowned when Rosalie was mentioned. “Don’t bother her for no reason.”

Yvonne attacked his weakness. “I’ll tell her you have ulterior motives, that you want to pounce on her and sleep with her!”

“Yvonne!” Sebastian almost roared. “When did I ever think that way? Don’t slander me!”

“Slander? Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it!” Even though Yvonne was rough around the edges, she wasn’t stupid. She had an extraordinary sharpness when it came to some things.

Sebastian admitted he had feelings for Rosalie. Who didn’t have thoughts like that when it came to the person they liked? But they were just thoughts; he hadn’t acted on them. Even if he did, it would be Rosalie’s choice whether to accept him or not.

Yet when it came out of Yvonne’s mouth, it sounded filthy and sordid.

A perfectly normal situation had been twisted into this, which was really infuriating.

“You’re hesitating and feeling guilty, huh?” Yvonne pointed at him with a sly glint in her eyes, having found his weak spot. “I’m going to call her right now. If she finds out you have such lecherous thoughts about her, she’ll stay far away from you. And if I embellish the story…”

She chuckled.

Yvonne stood up from the bed, picked up her phone, and found Rosalie’s number.

“Yvonne!”

Sebastian jumped out of bed and darted toward Yvonne to grab the phone.

“If you dare act recklessly, I absolutely won’t let you off!”

“Then don’t let me off! Either way, I’m dead. If you don’t help me, I’ll go find her right now.” then Yvonne ran out, shouting, “Sebastian likes

Rosalie!”

“Yvonne!” Sebastian chased after her and shouted, “Come back! I’ll help you!”

A few minutes later, Sebastian was holding a phone, finishing a conversation with someone.

“That’s it, then. Someone will pick it up when it’s ready.”

After hanging up, Sebastian tossed the phone aside.

“I found a professional to fix the vase. It’ll look indistinguishable to the naked eye, as long as it isn’t tested with professional equipment. I’ve also arranged for a deep fake to replace it temporarily.”

“Until then, you’d better pray Dad doesn’t take out the vase to admire. it. If he finds out that it’s fake, even I can’t help you.”

“That’s great!” Yvonne excitedly jumped forward, hugging Sebastian and kissing him hard on the cheek. “Seb, you’re the best! Nove you, I love you, I love you!”

She squirmed in his arms like a little pig.

Sebastian pushed her away with a look of disgust. “Don’t be so gross.

“That’s the point!” Yvonne tugged at his sleeve like a spoiled child. ” Seb, we’re in the same boat now. If Dad finds out, I’ll say you’re an

accomplice too.”

Sebastian frowned. “I’m helping you, but you’re still threatening me. You don’t have a conscience at all.”

“I just want to be on the same side as you.” She hugged him, and rested her head on his shoulder. “But don’t worry! Since we’re in this together now, whatever happens in the future, I’ll help you. Whatever you need me to do, just say it. I’ll do it for you, no matter what.”

“Is that so? I do have something that I want you to help me with,”

Sebastian said.

“What is it? Tell me.” Yvonne blinked playfully, her eyes flickering.

Sebastian looked at her coldly. “Stay away from me–the farther, the better. And when you go out, don’t tell others that we’re siblings. Let’s just pretend we don’t know each other.”

Yvonne’s face turned pale. “Seb, you’re not going to sever ties with me, are you?”

Sebastian smiled. “I desperately want to.”

“But Seb, I’m your dearest sister! Don’t forget that we’re in the same boat,” Yvonne pleaded, refusing to take Sebastian’s words seriously.

Even if Sebastian was serious about wanting to sever ties with her, she would stubbornly cling to him. He was rich and useful, so she would stick to him no matter what.

Yvonne hooked her arm around his, and shook him forcefully.

Sebastian felt dizzy from the shaking. Pulling his arm away, he said, Enough. I want to sleep a little longer. You should go. It’s still early.” Sebastian stumbled back to bed and sat down. He was about to lie down again when Yvonne said with a mischievous smile, “Seb, I textéd Rosalie last night and mentioned you.”

Sebastian suddenly snapped his eyes wide and sat up from the bed.

“What did you say?!” He looked serious.

Yvonne put her hands behind her back and looked up slightly, as if she was a queen looking down at her subjects. She scoffed, and said, “Didn’t you tell me to go? I’m leaving now. Goodbye!”

Yvonne turned to leave, but Sebastian grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

He frowned, his face was cold and stern. In a domineering tone, he demanded, “Tell me what did you talk about. You didn’t speak ill of me, did you? Did you slander me?”

Sebastian stared at Yvonne as if she were a criminal.

“Who’s slandering you? You’re the one who’s slandering me! I’m leaving now. Don’t stop me!” She shook off his hand forcefully.

Sebastian instantly transformed into the Flash and appeared in front of Yvonne just as she turned around, blocking her path.

“Give me your phone.” He extended his hand.

“What for?” Yvonne clutched her phone in her pocket warily.

Sebastian didn’t care about being a gentleman in front of his own sister. He darted forward, and snatched her phone from her pocket.

It required her fingerprint to unlock. Without hesitation, he roughly grabbed her hand to unlock it.

“What are you doing? Let go of me! Help, help!” Yvonne shouted.

“Stop shouting! Unlock the phone!” Sebastian demanded, his patience running out.

“Help! Murder! Help!” Yvonne let out a series of high–pitched screams. “I’m going to tell Rosalie about this! You’re invading her privacy. She’ll definitely hate you!”

Rosalie was an extremely potent weapon for Sebastian.

As soon as Yvonne said “Rosalie“, Sebastian stopped in his tracks. Yvonne extended her hand. “Give me back my phone.”

“Yvonne, how about this? Let’s make a deal.” Sebastian smirked coldly, then continued, “You can unlock your phone and let me see what you two really talked about, or I’ll call Dad right now and tell him you broke his beloved antique. You asked me to clean up the mess, but I refused, and now, I’m telling him about it. How do you think Dad will react?”

Yvonne’s face darkened. “Seb, we’re in the same boat, remember?

Sebastian waved the phone. “If you don’t let me see your chat with her, we’re not in the same boat anymore.”

Yvonne balled her fists. “You’re involved in breaking the antique too.

“Whether I’m involved or not is up to me to decide. Do you think Dad will believe you or me? If he finds out you broke his favorite vase and tried to cover it up, he’ll probably punish you and cut you off financially. He might even throw you out of the house, and leave you to fend for yourself. And when you come begging to me, I won’t give you a single cent.”

“You…” Yvonne’s eyes widened. “Then I’ll tell Rose that you…”

“Don’t try to threaten me with her.” Sebastian smiled. “I have many ways to teach you a lesson. When Dad chases you out of the house and takes away all your credit cards, I’ll make sure you know what it’s like to add insult to injury.

Although he spoke gently, he sounded sinister.

Sebastian knew how to scheme; after all, the business world was

unpredictable. It was like going on a battlefield without a weapon, so how could he afford to be innocent and kind?

The way he treated someone depended on who it was. If that person was deceitful and cunning, Sebastian would show them what it meant to be really cunning–but when it came to Rosalie, he would be a gentleman. One couldn’t treat a human and an animal the same way.

Having the upper hand, Sebastian smiled. He stuffed the phone into Yvonne’s hand and crossed his arms, not saying another word.

Yvonne was furious. She puffed out her cheeks while glaring at him, but in the end, she could only unlock her phone. She clicked on the chat, and handed the phone to him.

“I hate you! Just you wait!” she yelled.

Sebastian took the phone and looked at Yvonne helplessly. “You brought this upon yourself. I let you have your way, but did you really think I’m a pushover?”

He opened the chat records.

Yvonne nervously tugged at her clothes.

Sebastian’s expression was calm at first, but as he read on, his frown. deepened. Rosalie and Yvonne hadn’t really texted a lot, so he quickly finished reading the chat.

When he was done, his face was grim and his gaze was as sharp as knives.

Infuriated, Sebastian hissed, “Yvonne, do you have nothing better to

do?”

This brat even called him annoying, petty, and a bastard behind his

back!

If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn’t have believed that this brat would say such things about him behind his back, and to Rosalie no less.

Yvonne staggered backward when she saw Sebastian’s murderous gaze. “S–Seb, listen to me. Things aren’t what you think they are.”

“Is that so?” Sebastian walked toward her step by step while smiling coldly. He looked at the phone, and read the words on it. “Annoying, petty, and a bastard, huh?”

He snorted. “Didn’t you send these messages?”

Yvonne grinned awkwardly. “It’s true I sent them, Seb, but I had my reasons. I was doing it for you!”

“You called me petty and a bastard for my sake?”

Sebastian gripped the phone tightly and continued walking toward her step by step. “Tell me. Should I throw you down the house, or just twist your neck?”

He backed Yvonne into a corner.

Nervously, she said, “Seb, come on, take a closer look. I said those things on purpose to test Rose. See how much she cares about you? I wanted to know what she thought of you. Look at her replies!”

Sebastian glanced at the phone screen again, and his icy gaze softened.

He had only been focusing on the offensive things Yvonne said about him, but now, he realized how kind Rosalie’s replies were. He stopped scrunching up his face.

Seeing Sebastian’s mood improving, Yvonne hurriedly continued, ” See? She cares a lot about you! I said those things on purpose, and she immediately defended you without prying into your affairs. She doesn’t think you’re that kind of person at all.”

Sebastian felt much better now. Fortunately, Rosalie hadn’t been influenced by this brat.

Many people would believe in rumors, but thankfully, Rosalie was a person with her own opinions. She didn’t take this brat’s words at face value.

After what Rosalie did, Sebastian felt like he understood her a bit

more now.

“Do you see now, Sebastian? I was just trying to see what she thought of you. You’re the best brother ever! I love you so much, so how could I ruin your reputation?” Yvonne said pitifully.

Sebastian spat back irritably, “Stop pretending.”

“I’m not! She said you must dote on me a lot. Do you think she’s right? “Yvonne’s eyes crinkled. She looked beautiful, but her gaze was rather sly.

Sebastian looked at her indifferently. “How shameless can you be? I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone more shameless than you.”

“So, you’re saying you don’t dote on me. Rose was wrong, then. It seems she doesn’t know you that well.”

“We’re siblings. Don’t talk like that, it’s so cheesy.”

“Who says siblings can’t dote on each other? Husbands dote on wives, fathers dote on daughters, and brothers dote on sisters!”

“Dote on you? Dream on,” Sebastian said.

He glanced at the chat records again.

“Whatever. If you don’t want to dote, then don’t!” Yvonne continued. ” Oh, by the way, she said she doesn’t have a brother, so I suggested you be hers. She can be your sister. After all, you only want to dote on her.”

The more Yvonne spoke, the more jealous she was.

Sebastian raised his hand and flicked her forehead, hard. “Shut up. I don’t want to be her brother!”

Seeing how reluctant Sebastian was, Yvonne was curious. “Why not?

You’d be able to visit her as her brother in the future.”

“What do you know?” Sebastian shoved the phone back into her hands. “Don’t say such things next time. She doesn’t want me to be

her brother.”

“She didn’t say no,” Yvonne said. “She probably feels embarrassed. Should I talk to her again and persuade her to accept you as her brother? Then she’ll have a brother, and you can dote on her openly…”

“Yvonne,” Sebastian cut her off. “I don’t want to be her brother,” he added sternly.