Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 148



Chapter 148

Chapter 148

“No,” Rebecca said in a tone that suddenly turned solemn. “I want to see the resident register in one hour’s time. Otherwise, I’ll go find you in person and see if you’ve replaced your ID card.” Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

The chill in Rebecca’s voice told Rosalie that Rebecca must already be suspicious of her. She had to give back the resident register, by hook or by crook.

“All right, Grandma. I got it. I’ll have someone give back the register right now.”

“Good. Watch the time, otherwise I might suspect that you took the register to do something fishy.” With that, Rebecca hung up.

Rosalie could sense the heavy suspicion in Rebecca’s voice. For all she knew, Rebecca might already be onto something, but was giving her a last chance by not exposing her there and then.

She really couldn’t imagine how Rebecca would react if the latter. found out the truth.

“Theodore Spencer, are you happy about this right now? We can’t file. for a divorce tomorrow afternoon. Grandma wants the register back. in one hour’s time.”

“We’ll file for a divorce next time. We can always get the register. another time.”

Theodore’s indifference toward the entire situation gave Rosalie the urge to slap him. “You…”

Just then, Sebastian walked into the lobby and asked, “Rosalie, are you done?”

The sight of Sebastian made Theodore’s eyes grow cold. “You

brought him along too?”

Was Rosalie thinking of marrying Sebastian right after divorcing him?

“Sebastian drove me he out of the goodness of his heart. As for you, just look at how you’re behaving right now.” Rosalie gripped the resident register tightly in her hands, and lamented, “I’m so

disappointed in you right now.”

She couldn’t even bring herself to feel angry at him, and her heart was filled with disappointment.

“From now on, I won’t do anything more to push for the divorce. Since you don’t find it urgent, why should I find it urgent? At the end of the day, you and Cynthia are the ones losing out. You’re on your own.”

She felt exhausted, especially after so many missed opportunities time and time again. Why did it seem so impossible to divorce Theodore?!

With that, Rosalie turned to leave. “Let’s go, Sebastian.”

“Rosalie, are you all right?”

“I’m fine. Let’s go have dinner. I don’t want to get angry over him,” Rosalie said as she tried to keep her emotions in check..

Back in the car, Rosalie suddenly felt out of breath.

Sebastian immediately wound the windows down to let in some fresh air. Rosalie felt much better with the wind in her face. She reached

out to caress her belly.

“Do you feel unwell? Should I bring you to the hospital to get things checked?”

“It’s fine, I’m not unwell.”

She felt upset, and it wasn’t something that the doctors could do anything about. However, she would try her best to relax and not

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dwell over the matter for the sake of her baby.

“You’ll eventuall, find a chance to file for a divorce. Don’t worry.”

Rosalie sighed. “How did things turn out like this?”

“Yes,” Sebastian said with doubt. Why did Theodore get caught drur driving today, of all days? The police usually caught offenders for drunk–driving at night, and not in the day.

“A man like Theodore would never be this careless. If he really wante the divorce, he would have been cautious and not allow anything lik this to happen. How could he possibly drive after drinking? What‘ more, he had a driver to boot.

“Rosalie, should I send you home?”

“I still owe you a meal,” Rosalie said. “Let’s go have dinner. I didn‘ just say it to piss Theodore off.”

She had been keeping this meal she owed Sebastian in mind, and thought it was better to return the favor as soon as possible instead of dragging things out.

“All right, then. What do you want to eat?”

“I’m good with anything. Let’s go to your favorite restaurant.”

“Sure,” he said, knowing that Rosalie probably wasn’t in a state of mind to make any decision right now.

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