Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Stephanie stormed into Rosalie’s hospital room, visibly upset.

“Steph, how is he?” asked Rosalie, who had been waiting anxiously.

“You still care about that jerk? Don’t you know he’s living happily now?! “Stephanie snapped.

“What do you mean?” Rosalie frowned, puzzled. “Isn’t he injured? Is it serious?”

“See for yourself.”

Stephanie handed her phone to Rosalie, so her friend could watch the video she had recorded. After watching it from start to finish,

Rosalie’s fingers seemed to lose all strength as the phone slipped from her hand, falling onto the bed.

With Cynthia by Theodore’s side, how could anything happen to him? Whenever Cynthia shed a tear, he softened. He was always gentle with that woman.

In contrast, his treatment of his own wife was like a see–saw. He was sometimes sweet, sometimes cold, leaving Rosalie unsure of his true feelings. Even a brother wouldn’t behave like that towards his sister.

“You’re still worried about him, but he’s doing just fine,” said Stephanie, taking her phone back.

“Yeah.” Rosalie wiped away the tears falling from her eyes, smiling faintly. “I was just being foolish, worrying about him so much. What a joke.”

Sydney had been spot on. Theodore had indeed spent the whole day with Cynthia yesterday, which probably meant that she had been sick again. That was why Theodore didn’t get enough sleep and ended up

driving while tired.

He would do anything for Cynthia. What did his own life matter? Cynthia’s life was the one that counted.

Seeing her friend so heartbroken, Stephanie felt down too.

She sat by the bed, comforting Rosalie, “Don’t worry about him. anymore. He’s fine now. You need to take care of yourself and the baby.”

“Steph, am I stupid? Still foolishly worrying about him. I’m such an idiot,” Rosalie said tearfully.

“Alright, that’s enough. Don’t cry.” Stephanie wiped Rosalie’s tears with a tissue. “You’re not stupid. You’re just too kind. That guy is a jerk. Who hasn’t been hurt by jerks in this world? Just be more careful

in the future.”

“Thank you, Steph. I learned my lesson the hard way. You, on the

other hand… never marry someone without thinking, okay? Live for yourself,” Rosalie advised.

“Got it. Now, are you ready to start a new life?” Stephanie said, seeming like a little angel.

Rosalie nodded, leaning into her friend’s embrace. “Yeah.”

A few days later, Rosalie was discharged from the hospital, and Stephanie was helping her pack up her things. After some rest, Rosalie was in much better condition. The next step was to go home, rest more, and avoid exerting herself.

Just then, someone knocked on the room door. Rosalie turned her

head to see Sebastian walking in with a bouquet of flowers.

“Why are you here?” she asked. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

“You’re getting discharged today, so I came to see you,” Sebastian replied.

Over the past few days, Rosalie and Sebastian had exchanged a few text messages. Their conversation had been mostly casual, but it was enough for him to know that she was being discharged today.

“Wow, such beautiful roses, Mr. Carter. Do you know what roses. symbolize?” asked Stephanie with a suggestive look on her face.

“Steph.” Rosalie pulled her friend aside. “Stop it.”

She really wished Stephanie wouldn’t say such things.

Sebastian chuckled awkwardly. “I’m not really into flowers. I just thought they looked nice. Is it inappropriate?”

“No.” Rosalie quickly stepped forward to take the flowers. “These roses are very beautiful. I love them. Thank you. Don’t mind Steph.”

Stephanie pouted. “I didn’t say anything. I just asked if he knew the meaning of the flowers. It’s not like made something up.”

Rosalie shook her head helplessly, unable to do anything about her friend.

Just then, another man walked into the room, holding a bouquet of lilies.

Spotting him, Stephanie whispered to Rosalie, “It looks like it’s going to be a showdown.”