Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Theodore wasn’t against the idea of sleeping in the same room after the divorce.

“No need. You can sleep on the bed, and I’ll take the couch.” Rosalie gently pulled her hand away from him. “I’ll go take a shower. Go ahead and sleep first.”

She turned to leave the room without waiting for Theodore’s response.

Theodore dropped his arm and sighed as he looked at her retreating figure.

After she left, he lifted his hand and pressed it against his chest, where he felt great discomfort.

When Rosalie packed her things and left this place, she didn’t take all her belongings. She had left some of her things here, to make things. convenient for her whenever she decided to stay the night.

After taking a shower, she went back to Theodore’s room. There, she found fresh sheets laid out on the couch. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Rosalie turned to look at him, and asked doubtfully, “Did the servants come in to do this?”

“Yes,” Theodore said as he laid on the bed stomach–down, nodding as he turned to look at her.

In truth, he prepared the couch by himself. It wasn’t done by a servant.

However, he knew that there was no point telling her that he did it, and that it would do nothing to change the state of things between

them.

Rosalie nodded, and didn’t ask any further.

She sat on the couch, and let her hair down. Her dark tresses fell over her shoulders, giving off a gentle yet refreshing fragrance.

She laid on the couch. “Are you going to sleep now? I’ll switch the lights off.”

Theodore nodded. “Go ahead.”

Rosalie clapped her hands, and the lights dimmed. Then, she laid back on the couch.

The room descended into darkness. Theodore was originally lying on -the bed on his stomach, but after the lights were switched off, he laid

on his side to face Rosalie.

Rosalie heard his movement, and furrowed her brows. “Did you just move your body?”

“I tried lying on my side. It’s more comfortable. I’m not rubbing. against the wound on my back,” he explained obediently.

“Alright, then. If you feel more comfortable on your side, that’s fine. Whatever it is, just don’t lie on your back.”

“Okay,” Theodore said with a smile that Rosalie couldn’t see.

It was a gentle yet deep smile.

Rosalie suddenly stood up, put on her slippers, and took a few steps forward. She found a little night lamp, and placed it on a bedside table next to the couch and switched it on.

It lit up the room with its gentle glow soft enough to not disrupt sleep, yet bright enough to allow her to see Theodore’s sleeping position.

“What are you doing?” Theodore asked.

“Setting up a night lamp: That way, I’ll be able to see you.”

She wouldn’t be able to see a thing in a dark, unlit room. She had to constantly watch out for Theodore.

Theodore felt as though Rosalie was “spying” on him.

However, that made him feel rather happy. He put his palms together and rested it under his cheeks, looking at Rosalie with a smile, like a young teenager in love.

He felt blessed being under her watch.

“I didn’t dote on you as my sister in vain,” he suddenly said.

Rosalie was stunned for a moment by his words. Then, she smiled helplessly. “Alright, Theodore, my brother. Hurry up and sleep.”

“Okay,” Theodore said as he shut his eyes.

Rosalie laid on her side on the couch and stared at Theodore in a daze, her eyes filled with inexplicable emotions and sorrow.

She realized she couldn’t fall asleep at all, no matter how hard she

tried.

She found what she was doing laughable. There were so many

servants around who could take care of Theodore, yet she offered to stay in his room and watch over him the entire night out of worry that. he might move too much throughout the night.

Even a mother wouldn’t go to that extent for her child.