Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Theodore stared at Rosalie with a calm but expectant look.

“Tell me again, and I’ll believe you.”

Rosalie was silent for a long time, feeling a rush of indescribable complexity. She sighed, and said, “Yes, he and I are just friends.”

Theodore seemed to breathe a long sigh of relief, his expression betraying his emotions. They were already divorced; Rosalie had no reason to lie to him.

However, thinking about their divorce was a stab to his heart.

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point of believing she and Sebastian were just friends now? Even if he had believed her earlier, it wouldn’t change the fact that they had divorced.

Rosalie looked at him suspiciously. Maybe it was her imagination, but she thought she saw both relief and sadness on Theodore’s face.

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woman.

Perhaps because he was too relaxed, Theodore almost forgot about the pain in his back and instinctively leaned back.

Rosalie saw what was happening and rushed over, “Don’t move!”

But it was too late. Theodore’s back pressed against the headboard, and a sharp pain followed. His eyes widened as the pain spread through his entire body. He clenched his fist, and almost screamed.

Rosalie looked at him with a torn look. “If it hurts, just scream.”

She could see he was in agony, and it pained her too.

Sweating profusely, Theodore turned to look at her. “I’m not a baby.”

There was no way he was going to scream. He would die before he raised his voice and cry. It would damage his manly dignity. He wasn’t a kid!

Seeing the pained expression on his face, Rosalie couldn’t help but find it both frustrating and amusing. Who said he wasn’t a baby? Right now, he looked exactly like a stubborn little boy.

They often say women needed to be coaxed. However, men could be childish too.

Rosalie grabbed some tissues from the nightstand, and wiped the sweat from Theodore’s forehead. His sweat soaked through the tissues in her hand.

His dark eyes locked onto the woman so close to him. Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her tightly into his arms.

Rosalie stumbled and found herself in his embrace, held like a child. Theodore’s strong arms wrapped around her, pressing her against his chest, his hand holding the back of her head.

Her face was buried in his chest, and she struggled to breathe. She lifted her head with difficulty.

“What…?”

“Let me hold you for a while.” Theodore hugged her tightly, as if he was releasing all his pent–up pain.

Seeing the restrained agony in his eyes, Rosalie rested her head quietly against his chest. It seemed he was using her to cope with his

pain.

As his grip tightened, she felt like he might crush her bones. She said nervously, “Can you…hold me a little less tightly?”

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Hearing her trembling voice, Theodore gradually loosened his grip. Rosalie exhaled in relief, lying quietly in his arms.

Maybe it was just her presence, but he suddenly felt the pain in his back ease considerably. She was like a powerful painkiller. As long as he held her, the pain seemed to fade

Rosalie thought she would never have the chance to lean against him like this again. She had never expected or hoped for such a moment