Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 182

Chapter 182

“So, you’re not angry at me?” Theodore asked, seeking reassurance.

“For now,” Rosalie replied.

Who knew what might happen later? She couldn’t promise the future, but at least for now, she wasn’t angry with him.

Compared to smooth talkers who would run away at the first sign of danger, she preferred to forgive a man like Theodore. He might annoy her at times, but when it mattered, he stepped up and was willing to risk his life to protect her.

Theodore smiled contentedly, and planted a kiss on her cheek. “Thank you for not being angry at me.”

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Theodore nodded faintly; just then, his phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID.

Rosalie saw the bright display showing the name “Cindy“.

Her heart immediately sank. Just as she told him she wasn’t angry, a surge of fury rose in her chest. The feeling grew stronger when she saw Theodore answering the call.

Rosalie immediately turned away from him, wrapping herself tightly in the blanket. She closed her eyes, wishing she could block her ears.

Every time Cynthia called, he would leave. Today would be no different. Men’s words couldn’t be trusted at all. It was late when Cynthia called him, and he immediately picked up.

Would he go over again? It was what he always did, after all.

Rosalie was furious at Theodore–she hated him. It was her own fault

for being too soft hearted and always forgiving him.

“No, I need to sleep”

Suddenly, she heard Theodore’s voice, and realized she hadn’t

misheard

Theodore said coldly, “You should sleep early. If you’re not feeling well, take some medicine. You’re not alone. There’s someone taking care of you, so it’s pointless for me to go. I’m hanging up now. I want to sleep with Rose.”

Without waiting for Cynthia’s response, he ended the call and tossed the phone aside. Then, he embraced Rosalie from behind.

“It was Cindy. She said she was feeling unwell and wanted me to come over, but I’m not going.”

Afraid Rosalie might misunderstand him, he cautiously uttered the last three words. He was acting like a child, eager to justify himself and prove his innocence.

Rosalie curled up on her side, fingers clutching the fabric of her shirt tightly, her heart pounding. She didn’t know why she felt nervous and strangely pleased at the same time.

What was this man trying to explain to her?

According to their usual routine, he should have answered the call and rushed over to Cynthia’s, leaving his wife alone to wipe her tears.

Had the prodigal son truly returned?

“Are you angry again?” he asked, sounding somewhat worried. His tone was cautious, as if he feared saying even a single wrong word and upset her.

There was a long silence from Rosalie. In the silence, only their breaths could be heard.

Theodore didn’t wait for her response, or press her for an answer Instead, he held her tightly from behind.

After a while, Rosalie said, “She called you. Why didn’t you go?”

She wanted to know what exactly Theodore was thinking right now. She knew how he always defended Cynthia, and how much she meant to him. Even so, she still wanted to know the extent of his

loyalty to Cynthia.

She even wanted to ask a cliché question: if she and Cynthia were both drowning, who would he save first?

Theodore hesitated. He lifted his head as if to look at her, but the room was pitch black and he couldn’t discern her expression.

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