Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Rosalie clenched her fists.

“I have no intention of ruining your relationship with Theo. Why would I do that? I don’t know what’s wrong with you today–if you’re in a bad mood, or someone has upset you–but I haven’t done anything wrong. I don’t think you should be treating me like this,” she said firmly.

“So you’re saying it’s my fault?” Sydney stood up, her high heels clicking sharply as she walked over to Rosalie.

Sydney was already taller, and in her ten–centimeter heels, she towered over Rosalie.

Looking down, she said coldly, “Now that you’re divorced, you think! you don’t have to respect me as your mother–in–law anymore?” Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Rosalie bit her lip and looked up, meeting her gaze head–on, not backing down. “I never thought that. Please speak to me properly.”

“Speak properly?” Sydney scoffed. “Are you telling me how to talk? It seems your grandmother has spoiled you too much. You don’t know your place. Today, I need to teach you a lesson!”

As Sydney raised her hand, Rosalie was shocked, unable to believe this unreasonable side of her.

At that moment, an angry voice rang out. “Stop!”

Theodore, despite the pain in his back, strode over and pulled Rosalie behind him. “Mom, have you lost your mind?! You were going to hit

Rose!”

Sydney snorted. “When was I going to hit her?”

She raised her hand, and casually brushed back a strand of hair from

her forehead. “If I said I was teaching her a lesson, I meant verbally.”

“Why do you feel the need to ‘teach‘ her anything? She hasn’t done anything wrong!” Theodore gripped Rosalie’s hand tightly, shielding

her behind him.

Rosalie stared at Theodore’s broad back, feeling a momentary sense of disorientation. It was as if everything around her was unreal. Her nose tingled, and her eyes welled up with tears, blurring her vision.

She never expected that even after their divorce, Theodore would still protect her.

“She hasn’t done anything wrong?” Sydney scoffed, raising her hand to point at the woman behind Theodore. The moment Theodore saw Sydney’s hand rise, he pulled Rosalie into his arms, shielding her like a protective parent, his expression stern.

“Put your hand down. Don’t point at her,” he said.

Sydney lowered her hand and crossed her arms angrily. “Why are you still protecting her after the divorce?

“Divorced or not, she’s still part of the family. She’s like a sister to me, and nobody can pick on her!” Theodore declared, holding Rosalie tightly, ensuring she was safe from any harm.

Rosalie’s face was pressed against Theodore’s chest. She wanted to lift her head, but he held her so firmly that she couldn’t move. She was worried about his injured back, and whether this position was causing him pain. She could feel his breath becoming heavier.

Would a brother hold his sister like this?

Theodore might see her as a sister but Rosalie had never seen him as a brother. When a person loved someone who only saw them as a sibling, it brought nothing but sadness.

Sydney was relentless, and retorted sharply, “If you see her as your

sister, then she’s like a daughter to me. Why can’t I discipline her?”

“She hasn’t done anything wrong, so you have no reason to discipline. her! Even if she’s your daughter, you still can’t do that,” Theodore replied firmly.