Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Theodore looked down, and mumbled like a child who did something

wrong.

“Don’t go.”

He put his spoon back in the bowl with a pitiful look on his face and placed his hands on his lap, intertwining his fingers cautiously.

Rosalie shook her head helplessly. She picked up her spoon, scooped some food, and brought it to his mouth. “Open up.”

Theodore did so obediently, and Rosalie stuck the spoon in his mouth before going on with another spoonful of food.

She took care of him like he was a child.

A beautiful, tender woman coupled with a man with a piteous look on his face made for a heartwarming image.

All traces of unhappiness vanished, leaving them with the pure joy of each other’s presence.

Rosalie stayed there and took care of Theodore until it was past nine at night.

It was getting late, and it was soon time for her to head back.

Theodore noticed Rosalie checking her phone many times, as if checking the time. He looked begrudgingly at her.

Rosalie slid her phone back in her pocket. “It’s getting late, and I have to head back. Rest early, and remember not to lie on your back. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

through the night. Sleep on your side or on your stomach,”

Theodore bowed his head, silent.

Upon seeing the glum look on his face, Rosalie walked up to him and asked, “What’s the matter? Is your wound hurting again?”

“So what if it hurts? You don’t care about it, anyway.”

The bitter tone in his voice made Rosalie furrow her brows. “What do you mean by that?”

His words instinctively upset her.

“Exactly what I said,” Theodore replied to her, his tone growing more. bitter.

Rosalie started fuming.

“What temper tantrum are you throwing now?! I’ve been here the whole afternoon! I even fed you when you needed help! Why are you being sarcastic with me right now?”

Theodore looked up and grumbled, “Aren’t you leaving right now? You kept glancing at your watch– the whole time. It’s clear you don’t want to be here. You don’t even want your own home.”

Theodore rested his head on the pillow, looking like an upset wife. frustrated over Rosalie, who was playing the part of a bastard husband about to stay out the whole night.

Rosalie found the entire situation laughable yet slightly maddening. She thought that Theodore was being ridiculous, but she couldn’t find the words to refute him. This man was a pro at being unreasonable.

“What do you mean, ‘I don’t even want my own home‘? I just…just…”

Rosalie struggled to find the right words. After a moment’s pause, she said, “You’re right. This is my home. It’s absolutely acceptable for me to stay here. Perhaps I shall do just that tonight.”

Since she couldn’t out talk him, she decided to just go all out.

Rosalie didn’t see Theodore’s eyes glint upon hearing what she said, as his head was lowered–like dark clouds giving way to a ray of sunshine that peeked through. The corner of his lips lifted.

However, this was just for a split second. He regained his composure, and when he looked up once more, his face was expressionless.

“This is your home, and you can do anything you please. I, on the other hand, am an outsider. I should be the one leaving.”

With that, Theodore stood up, put on his shirt that was lying next to him, and walked out of the door step by stubborn step.

Rosalie looked at his retreating figure, and simply watched in in silence until he walked out.

When Theodore reached the door, he stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowing. He turned around and saw Rosalie still standing by the bed, unmoving.

Doubt flashed past his eyes…

Why wasn’t she stopping him from leaving?