Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Rosalie saw Theodore’s dark expression, and feared he might throw her down the stairs.

In the past, she would have been sure Theodore wouldn’t do

something like that. But now, everything was different. This man NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

might do anything, including throwing her down the stairs.

Why else would he stop here?

She couldn’t shake the thought.

Theodore stared at her in silence, his black eyes so deep and

inscrutable they looked like a dark, cold sea.

Rosalie swallowed hard, her heart pounding in fear. She glanced at the staircase, dreading the thought of being thrown down. If he did, she’d be severely injured, and the baby wouldn’t survive.

Compared to Theodore, she was physically weak and couldn’t

possibly fight back. If he wanted to throw her, he could do it as easily as tossing a small bird.

Driven by maternal instinct to protect her unborn child, she clutched Theodore’s collar. Her eyes were wide with fear. “Let’s not fight anymore tonight, okay?”

She resolved to endure whatever it took, no matter how angry or hurt she felt, until the divorce was finalized tomorrow. Then, she would move out immediately and stay far away from Theodore forever.

But she didn’t dare voice these thoughts, afraid of provoking him further. He was much too unpredictable.

She couldn’t help but think of news stories about husbands killing their wives. The punishments the men get

lenient.

Theodore noticed her panicked expression and glanced at the stairs, seemingly understanding her fear.

“You think I’m going to throw you down here?”

Sometimes, he couldn’t fathom what Rosalie was thinking, and it

frustrated him. Other times, he felt like he could read her mind

perfectly, which also frustrated him.

Rosalie swallowed again, saying nothing. However, Theodore could already see the answer in her eyes.

Theodore’s chest heaved heavily. His heart was pounding, and a spark of fire lit in his eyes. Suddenly, he loosened his grip, as if he was about to throw her down the stairs.

“Ahhh!” Rosalie cried out in terror, quickly wrapping her arms around his neck and clinging tightly to him. “Don’t!”

She was trembling in his arms like a frightened little rabbit. Her face went pale with fear, and her grip tightened around him.

Theodore had only loosened his hold slightly, without any real intention of letting her go. He could never actually do such a thing- but seeing her so scared filled him with deep frustration. A heavy stone seemed to have dropped on his chest, and wouldn’t budge.

She obviously didn’t trust him.

Despite their years of knowing each other and being the closest people in the world, she didn’t trust him at all. She actually believed he might throw her down the stairs.

Did she really think he was that kind of man?

Feeling the intense anger in his eyes, Rosalie’s heart

avoided his gaze, too afraid +

guilt without knowing exactly why.

Perhaps the guilt came from the realization that she had indeed thought of him as someone who could throw her down the stairs.

Theodore held her there for several minutes, not the least bit out of breath. The entire time, his expression was unreadable.