Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Yvonne replied with a kissing emoji. Their brief chat ended for now.

Rosalie looked up from her screen, and realized that Theodore was still staring at her.

“You seemed to have enjoyed that conversation,” he said calmly. Yet, if one listened closely, one would be able to tell he was implying something.

Rosalie nodded.

“Yes, it was quite enjoyable.” She put her phone aside. “What’s the matter? Do you have a problem with it?”

“No problem. As long as you’re happy. It seems Sebastian knows how to make you smile,” he said in a gloomy tone.

“Oh, that wasn’t Sebastian just now,” Rosalie said. “It was another friend.”

“Another friend?” Theodore frowned instantly. “You have quite a lot of friends. You can’t stop chatting, can you? How many backups do you. have?”

He obviously thought that Yvonne was a man.

Rosalie’s eyes glinted slyly. Theodore was really clueless.

She didn’t correct him, but instead smiled and said, “I’m wealthy now, so isn’t it normal for me to have a few backups? I’ll make sure my future partner listens to me and does whatever I say.”

Theodore clenched his fist under the blanket. “Is that so? And who do you think is the

he most obedient among your backups? Is it Sebastian,

or the one you were just talking to?”

“Well…” Rosalie scratched her nose in contemplation. “It’s too early to tell. I just got divorced, and I want to have fun. The world is so big and beautiful. I won’t just stick to one fish like before.”

There seemed to be a thunderous cloud above Theodore’s head. So, she was implying that he was the fish she regretted sticking to?

“You make it sound like marrying me was such a chore.” It was obvious that Theodore was displeased. He said bluntly, “I’ve already let you go, so stop being sarcastic.”

“I’m not being sarcastic. You’re the one who’s acting weird. I answer when you ask me a question, and then you say I’m being sarcastic. I think you’re just being petty.”

“You…”

Theodore felt a surge of emotion within him that made him very uneasy. He huffed and turned around, then buried his face in the pillow like a child throwing a tantrum.

Rosalie blinked, confused.

Was Theodore angry? When did he become such a pushover?

Whatever! He could be angry if he wanted.

Rosalie lay down properly, and pulled the blanket over herself.

After a while, she turned her head and saw that Theodore was still

lying with his face buried in the pillow.

Wasn’t he afraid of suffocating himself?

Fine, let him suffocate! It wasn’t her problem. He was about to

become Cynthia’s husband, anyway!

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She couldn’t help but steal a glance at him again. Finally, she couldn’t

stand it anymore. She got off the sofa, and went to stand next to

Theodore.

“Hey, don’t sleep like that.”

It wasn’t safe to sleep like that.

However, Theodore didn’t respond.

Rosalie frowned, and poked his arm. “Hey, Theo? Theo? Theo, stop pretending to be dead!”

Her heart started racing, and she pressed hard on his back.

“Arghhhh!” A thunderous yell echoed through the villa.

The butler, who was standing outside, quietly took out his phone and -dialed a number. “Hello, Madam Jarvis. Mr. Theodore is yelling as if

he’s in pain. Please listen to this.”

“Rosalie, if you want to kill me, just say so! Why torture me?!” Theodore roared.