Tpassed quickly. In the blink of an eye, three months had gone by.
Rosalie's courses had concluded. Tonight, she had plans to have dinner with Theodore.
Over the past three months, he had been undergoing chemotherapy with one session every three weeks.
Rosalie had promised Theodore that she would apany him for a meal after each chemotherapy session.
Gradually, however, Theodore began asking her out more frequently.
Sometimes, he would invite her every two weeks; other times, it would be once a week. Occasionally, they would meet for a meal
every three days.
Rosalie didn't refuse him because she felt that Theodore was ill now, and she couldn't just ignore him.
Aurora was still in recovery, so someone had to keep an eye on Theodore. No matter what, Rosalie owed it to Rebecca to do so.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTheir dinner was scheduled at a restaurant where the ambiance was exceptionally elegant. Under the night sky, the stars sparkled
brilliantly.
A magnificent chandelier hung from the high ceiling, resembling a cluster of crystalline stars. It cast a soft and enchanting glow
over the room.
Exquisite dining tables were neatly arranged, each adorned with fine napkins and gleaming silverware, exuding elegance and
sophistication.
The walls were adorned with paintings—delicate strokes depicting vibrant flowers, serene landscapes, and abstract art. Flower
arrangements and greenery graced every corner, emitting a subtle fragrance in the room.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the nighttview outside was reflected in the restaurant. The scattered lights in the dark
sky twinkled like pearls against the heavens.
Warm candlelight flickered on the dining tables, casting a soft glow that added a romantic touch to the space.
Theodore hadn't dined with Rosalie in such a nice restaurant in a long time. It felt almost like a date.
Rosalie glanced around. This time, it seemed deliberately arranged.
"How is your chemotherapy going?" she asked—this was still her primary concern.
"The results are promising. The doctor said I'll be able to undergo surgery soon topletely remove the cancer cells."
Hearing this, Rosalie let out a sigh of relief.
"Smedications cause hair loss, but the drugs the hospital uses fordon't lead to severe hair loss. I'm relatively lucky," he
replied.
"Theo, if you recover, you must never drink alcohol again."
Theodore nodded and gave a faint hum. At this moment, the waiter brought two glasses of juice and placed them on the table.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTheodore picked up his juice and said, "I promise | won't drink again. Will you promisesomething in return?"
"What is it?"
"I'll be undergoing surgery in a few days. After the surgery, can you stay withduring my recovery?"
Rosalie suddenly fell silent. After a while, she said, "My courses are finished now."
Hearing this, Theodore seemed to understand the implication behind her words. "You're saying you're planning to return home?"
Theodore set down his glass of juice, his gaze tinged with disappointment. "So, I'll have to face the surgery alone."
"Aurora can apany you," Rosalie said. "It's been three months. She should have recovered quite a bit by now."
Rosalie had stayed with Theodore through his chemotherapy sessions, but she couldn't be with him indefinitely. She wanted to go
back to see Steve—she missed him dearly.
Seeing Theodore's silence, she added, "How about this? I'll stay until your surgery is done. Once the surgery is over, I'll return to
the country."
"Let's order food first. We can talk about it later," Theodore responded bitterly.
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