"No, I don't want you to leave my life. Theowy, you promised them that you'd take care of me, so you must be responsible for me to the end. I won't allow you to back out. Don't you try to get rid of me in this life!" Cindy went completely berserk and started screaming at the top of her lungs.
"If you keep behaving willfully, coming to my house randomly, or doing anything to hurt my loved one, don’t blame me for keeping my word. I’ll never talk to you again.” After all, he just could not pull the trigger o n Cindy.
"Your loved one?" Cindy stopped crying. She lifted her head and looked at Theo with a look of disbelief.
There were flames of jealousy blazing in her eyes. " You called her your loved one? Are you really in love with her?"
Cindy was not to be blamed for being surprised. I was surprised too. Even though I knew he said it out of desperation, my heart could not help but keep on thumping and pounding.
What surprised me even more was Theo replying 'yes' with utmost certainty in a calm and deep voice.
Right after he said so, Cindy squatted on the floor clutching her head. She let out a piercing scream. "No,
that's impossible! You told me before that you don't love her!"
Then, she stood up and tugged on Theo’s sleeves, saying anxiously, "Theowy, you're wrong. You don’t love her, you think you love her because of your sense of responsibility. You weren’t in love with her back then. You even hated her. Now, it's because she’s pregnant with your child. That's why you've mistaken responsibility as love, right? This has to be it, it has to!"
There was an unpleasant feeling in my heart when I looked at how Cindy was going insane.
Theo was probably feeling the same too. He pinched his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "Cindy, stop messing around. Zedd will be here soon. Go home with him."
Theo had just finished talking when Zedd came running into the house, panting. Cindy was still freaking out. He had to coax and persuade before he could bring her out of the villa.
After they left, Theo came to the dining area. He looked awful, but he still spoke to me in a gentle voice. "How's the taste?"
"It’s a bit sour. The previous one tasted better. Try one." I picked one and fed him.
He opened his mouth and chewed twice, his face immediately contorting. "It's really sour. Don't eat them anymore. I’ll buy more tomorrow."
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