Chasing My Pregnant Wife

So. Theodore had only intervened because he thought Caleb was bullying Oynthia?

Resale was indeed naive, ridiculously so!

Despite her efforts to hold back her tears, she couldn’t stop some

from falling. Wiping them away, she smiled faintly.

“It’s okay. We were wrong from the beginning. This incident doesn’t make any difference.”

At her words, the atmosphere suddenly plunged into a terrifying

-stalemate.

Caleb felt like he had nowhere to hide. He glanced around and even considered jumping out of the window. It was too awkward!

After a long silence, Rosalie spoke again, ‘I don’t know why you drank so much. Maybe you were too happy. Anyway, we’re getting divorced, so I have no right to intervene. I’m leaving.” Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Rosalie was about to turn away when Theodore grabbed her wrist. “I’ll take you back.”

His once drunkenly hazy eyes became clear when he looked at her.

Rosalie forcefully shook his hand off. “No need. But I told Grandma we aren’t going home tonight because we’re out celebrating my birthday. So, when you see her, remember to tell her that we stayed at Heaton Hotel and had a great time tonight.”

With that, Rosalie turned and walked out quickly.

Theodore opened his empty palm, feeling like something had

suddenly disappeared. Today was her birthday, but he had tossed her

aside.

Caleb glanced at him and said, “I’ll send her off.”

Theodore was too drunk to drive, while Caleb was injured, but sober.

Though Caleb rushed into the elevator right after Rosalie and stood behind her, she acted as if he didn’t exist at all!

Caleb scratched his head awkwardly. “Um… I didn’t expect him to mistake you for Cynthia. It’s not my business… It’s all his fault. I’ll take you back, okay? Let’s go directly to the parking lot.”

Rosalie still didn’t acknowledge him. She got out of the elevator on the ground floor and went straight to the intersection, flagging down a taxi. It seemed she wouldn’t ride in Caleb’s car at all.

Suddenly, a figure brushed past Caleb and entered the taxi, sitting beside Rosalie.

Rosalie turned her head in shock. “How did you get here?”

Theodore didn’t respond but instead told the driver, “Skycrest Lakeside Residences, Unit 1.”

The driver was startled. That was where the top tycoons of Ashwick City lived! The backseat was dimly lit, so the driver couldn’t see their faces clearly. It wouldn’t be appropriate to intentionally turn on the rear lights to see which big shot was riding in his taxi.

“Why are you here?” Rosalie asked, frowning.

“Going home,” Theodore, who seemed a bit more sober, but still had the smell of alcohol clinging to him, replied calmly.

Rosalie found his words incredibly ironic.

Both remained silent throughout the journey. Upon reaching their destination, the two got out of the car.

Instinctively, Theodore reached for Rosalie’s hand, but she forcefully shook it off. He stumbled and almost fell, though it was unclear whether it was because she had exerted too much force or if he had drunk too much.

A startled Rosalie hurriedly tried to support him, but in response, Theodore used the momentum to pull her into his arms. In an instant, they were pressed close together.

His warm breath, tinged with heavy alcohol, brushed against her face as he spoke in a tone akin to addressing a mischievous child, “What’s wrong? Are you mad at me?”

Pressed against his chest, Rosalie’s heart raced. “Let me go.”

“Why won’t you let me hold your hand?”

Rosalie couldn’t help but chuckle in exasperation. “Because we’re getting divorced.”