All Chapters of Taming the Devil: After Divorce, Tangled Up in You: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

It took Rosie nearly two hours to finish the grocery shopping.She had spent most of that time carefully considering what to buy, particularly with Sebastian and Izzie's eating habits in mind. Neither of them was particularly fussy—as long as Rosie was the one cooking—but they certainly had their favourites.Sebastian, especially, had an impressive list of brands he refused to touch.By the time Rosie returned to the flat, she unpacked everything and arranged the groceries neatly in the fridge before getting started on lunch.She finished cooking at half past eleven, just in time for midday.As usual, she packed everything up and drove to Sebastian's office to deliver his lunch.It was tiring, but Rosie was strangely content.At least she had something to do now. At least she felt as though she had a place in someone's life.It was so different from her marriage to Charles.She could have spent hours preparing the most delicious meal imaginable, only for Charles to throw it back in he

"Rosie..." His voice broke. "My Rosie..." Sebastian murmured. "I... I don’t know how I’m supposed to live without you. You’re my guiding light. Even through the darkest times, you’re the only person I can think about..."Rosie heard him murmuring something, but his words were muffled because his face was buried in her lap. He was crying so hard that she could feel the dampness of his tears soaking into her skirt.I wonder what he's murmuring about.Rosie shrugged the thought aside and gently caressed his head."Big guy, why are you crying?"Sebastian lifted his face and stared up at her, his cheeks wet with tears and his nose running. The sight transformed the usually handsome and intimidating man into something else entirely—a lost child who had finally found his way back to the person who made him feel safe."I'm—"Snort!"—not crying!" Sebastian insisted, hurriedly trying to sniff the mucus back into his nose.Rosie couldn't help but giggle.She pulled out a few tissues and careful

Rosie returned to her bed and lay there in silence.She picked up her phone and began scrolling through an old album she had kept tucked away. It was filled with photographs of little Sebastian, most of them taken when she had been around eight to ten years old herself.A fond smile tugged at her lips as she continued scrolling."Ah, he was so cute when he was little. I still remember how he used to follow me around like a duckling."She stopped when one particular photograph caught her eye.It showed eight-year-old Sebastian celebrating Rosie's birthday. He was beaming from ear to ear, his little teeth on full display as he proudly held a birthday cake he had supposedly 'made' with the cooks as a present for his Big Sis Rosie.Someone had helped him write her name in cream across the top.Unfortunately, he’d spelt it wrong.Instead of Rosie, the cake proudly read:ROSEE.Rosie couldn’t help smiling at the memory.She could still hear his little voice from all those years ago.—"Happ

The bell rang, and Izzie hurriedly packed her books into her schoolbag, ready to leave."Isabella..."Izzie lifted her head when she heard her name. Mr Wallace, the teacher overseeing the autumn festival drama, was crouching beside her."Yes, Mr Wallace?" Izzie replied, gazing up at him with her doe-like eyes.Mr Wallace handed her a sheet of paper."This is your parent attendance form. Don't forget to give it to your parents, and then return it to me tomorrow, all right?""Okay! I'll give it to Mummy!"Izzie snatched the paper and nodded enthusiastically. It was a form distributed for practically every school event, so she didn't think there was anything particularly important about it.But Mr Wallace had another question."Isabella, will your mother be coming this year?""Mm-hm!" Izzie nodded. "Mummy will come, but Daddy won't. He's always busy!""I-I see..."Mr Wallace's expression stiffened slightly, as though there were something else on his mind."What's wrong, Mr Wallace?""N-N

Charles returned after dusk, having spent the rest of the day moving from one meeting to another before finally returning to his office and, eventually, his mansion.He had already instructed Maria to meet him in his home office. He was curious about the recording she had mentioned.Well, if it isn't worth my time, I might as well sack that old hag. She did something outside my instructions. A disobedient old mutt needs to be put down sooner or later.Charles followed his usual routine. He took a warm bath after work, changed into his pyjamas and went downstairs for dinner, only to end up throwing the food in the direction of the maid and cook.None of them could seem to make a decent dinner, no matter how many times Charles berated them and ordered them to improve."Bloody hell, how many times do I have to tell all of you incompetent dogs to make something that tastes like my wife's cooking? What’s so difficult about it?! Why can’t it taste the same?!" Charles shouted as he sent anoth