Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Rosalie didn’t need to worry about Theodore now. She could say whatever she wanted in front of him. After all, she had a clear conscience.

Hearing her words to Sebastian left a very unpleasant expression on Theodore’s face.

“Okay, I’ll leave first,” Sebastian replied.

This man had been polite from start to end. Compared to Theodore’s unpredictable temperament, he was indeed a gentleman.

“I’m sorry you came all this way to see me,” said Rosalie, looking

guilty.

“I just stopped by to see you on the way to work. Don’t feel pressured, okay? I’m going now. Bye.”

After seeing off Sebastian, Rosalie’s polite expression turned cold again when facing Theodore.

Stephanie’s pager went off, indicating she had to leave.

Worried about Rosalie, she told Theodore, “Rose’s stomach issues were caused by stress, and will worsen if she keeps getting stressed. out. Don’t bully her anymore.”

Surprisingly, Theodore didn’t snap back. He just grunted, which was a bit unexpected.

“Steph, you go ahead and take care of your work,” said Rosalie, who had heard the pager go off.

With a final nod, Stephanie left the hospital room.

“We’re going home,” said Theodore.

He grabbed the packed bag off the couch and picked up the lilies he had brought, leaving the roses. But of course, Rosalie wouldn’t leave. the roses behind. She picked them up to bring along, which irritated Theodore, but he didn’t say anything else to avoid upsetting her.

When they arrived home, the house suddenly felt empty. It didn’t feel

like home without them there.

Rosalie personally placed the roses in a vase, while the lilies

remained untouched.

“Madam, what should we do with these lilies? Shall I put them in a

vase?” the butler asked.

“No need. Just throw them away,” Theodore replied.

Since Rosalie didn’t like them, there was no need to keep the flowers.

The butler took the lilies, feeling a bit regretful. They looked fresh and beautiful, so it was a pity to throw them away. But since his boss had ordered him to do so, the butler had to comply.

As he turned to leave with the flowers, Rosalie suddenly said, “Wait.

“Yes, Madam?”

“Put those flowers in a vase. It’s a shame to throw them away,”

Rosalie said.

No matter what Theodore’s problem was, the flowers were innocent. It was a pity for them to be picked at their most beautiful, only to be

thrown in the trash.

“Alright,” the butler said as he fetched a vase.

Even though the husband and wife had said contradictory things, it was always right to listen to the wife in a situation like this.

His gloomy mood easing slightly, Theodore said, “I didn’t tear up the

divorce papers. I didn’t lie to you.”

He feared Rosalie might misunderstand him because of this, and he didn’t want her to. It felt awful to be misunderstood. As he explained to her, he suddenly realized that he had once accused her.

“It’s okay. Just print them again for me to sign,” replied Rosalie, placing the vase on the table.

“I will. You’ll be free soon,” said Theodore, thinking to himself that his wife must really want her freedom.

Rosalie just nodded weakly without saying anything else. Holding onto the railing, she carefully climbed the stairs and went back to bed. From now on, her focus would be on taking care of the baby.

Theodore didn’t stay home for long. After Rosalie went to rest, he left

again, presumably going to Cynthia’s place.

In the evening, Rosalie had dinner alone, but she didn’t mind. She didn’t feel lonely; she had the baby with her. As soon as she returned to her room after dinner, she received a call from Sydney. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

“Hello, Mom. Did you need something?”

“Have you had dinner?” Sydney asked.

“I just ate.”

“That’s good. You might not feel like eating while you’re pregnant, but you have to force yourself to eat. The baby needs nutrition.”

Rosalie responded with a hum, adding, “Yes, I’m trying to eat well. I want to take good care of the baby.”

“Let’s meet tomorrow. Let’s book a restaurant and have lunch.

together.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yes, do you have plans tomorrow?” Sydney asked.

“I’m free, Mom. How about you come or for lunch? I’ll cook for you.”

“No, we’ve never been out together, just the two of us. I know you

need to be careful for the baby’s sale, so I won’t tire you out. No

shopping, just a meal. You can have the driver bring you here. You won’t have to walk much.”

“Okay, where do you want to go? I make the reservation,” Rosalie agreed.

“No need, I’ll do it. I’ll message you once the reservation is confirmed. Just have the driver bring you over tomorrow.”

“Alright, I understand.”

After the call ended, Rosalie sat on the edge of the bed and gently touched her belly.

“Sweetie, your grandmother seems to be a bit cold on the outside but warm on the inside. She doesn’t seem as indifferent as she appears. I wonder what happened between her and your grandpa.”