Chapter 6

Rosalie's wounds started scabbing after ten days in the hospital. Throughout that time, Lucas kept watch over her every day, bringing her food and drinks and helping to change the dressing for her wounds. She slowly recovered, but he fell sick and burned up a fever for days. Since they were both down, Isabelle came to help. She drove Lucas and Rosalie home. She bustled back and forth, watching the maids prepare Lucas' medication one moment and helping Rosalie to change her bandages the next. "Get all the rest you need, okay? Someone will bring you something for the baby later, so remember to take it," Isabelle said. Rosalie agreed. However, she didn't take the concoction that was brought to her. She flushed it down the toilet. After a few more days of rest, she could gingerly walk around. So, she got out of bed to head downstairs with her emptied bowl. She also wanted to bask in the sun for a while. As she walked past the study, she heard the sound of something shattering inside. The door was ajar, so she peeked inside to see Isabelle standing there. The latter was staring dazedly at the photos on the wall, her hands trembling by her sides. She looked conflicted. After a moment, she returned to her senses and tore the photos off the wall. Then, she emptied the things in the drawers into a box. Seeing that she was about to leave the room, Rosalie hurried to the balcony at the end of the corridor to hide. Soon after, Isabelle's figure appeared before the trash can at the door. She threw all the gifts into the trash. The photos, love letters, and journal had been torn to shreds. Once she was done, she called Lucas and told him to come down. They had a huge fight over the things in the trash. They were too far away, so Rosalie only vaguely heard the last few sentences. "These things shouldn't even be in your study! What if Rosie goes in there and sees them one day?" Isabelle snapped. "She doesn't have the key to the study, nor will she go in there without my permission," Lucas countered. "How are you so sure? What if she does? Did you ever stop to think how devastated she'd be to see these things when she loves you so?" "So what? Will that change the fact that you're the only one I've loved from beginning to end? Forget about everyone else, Isabelle. I only want you to answer me this—do you still love me or not? Say yes, and I'll immediately divorce her!" Lucas snarled. Isabelle's expression changed drastically. She fled before hailing a cab and leaving. Rosalie silently pressed a hand to her chest as she watched Lucas and Isabelle part on that note. Her heart was racing so quickly that it felt like it was about to leap out of her chest. It felt a little numb but wasn't that painful anymore. It looked like the wounds on her heart were gradually healing. That was good. Downstairs, Lucas retrieved everything Isabelle had thrown into the trash and brought them back to the study. After that, he locked himself inside for three whole days. Rosalie knew he was putting things back as best as he could, so she didn't disturb him. She merely told the maids to bring him his meals. … When Rosalie was back to walking as normal, she met up with her friends for a few meals. After one meal, she was going to pay the bill when she heard a familiar name as she walked past the largest private room in the restaurant. "I thought you wouldn't join us for this reunion when you're always so busy, Lucas. That's why I didn't invite you. Don't take it to heart, okay?" "Come on. Why would Lucas miss this when Isabelle is here? Remember how everyone at Shorea University talked about them when they dated? Don't tell me you didn't know about it!" "How's that possible? I witnessed Lucas buying tens of thousands of roses to confess his feelings to Isabelle on the field. I can still hum the songs he wrote for her!" Rosalie listened quietly as she imagined Lucas strumming a guitar and confessing his feelings in a suit. No matter how she thought about it, it felt unnatural. After some thought, she realized what was wrong. The man the people in the room had described was 20-year-old Lucas Stone, whose heart belonged to Isabelle. He had nothing to do with Rosalie, so of course it felt unnatural to her.