Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Seeing Sebastian's dark expression, Yvonne couldn't help but tremble.

Although her brother could be harsh with her, she knew he didn't really mean it. However, this time, she could see a genuine warning in his eyes. She did not dare to speak, and she felt a chill down her spine.

Sebastian went back to the bed and sat down. He said coldly, "You can only be siblings if you're related by blood."

Theodore wanted to be Rosalie's brother, but their relationship was a mess. After their divorce, Theodore still wanted to be her brother-which was plain ridiculous.

That man was just a coward. He lacked the courage to be Rosalie's husband, but he was unwilling to let go, so he thought of staying on as her brother.

What a greedy and shameless man! Sebastian would never be as weak as Theodore. He didn't want to be Rosalie's brother—he refused! He wanted a genuine relationship, and not a fake one.

Suddenly, Yvonne realized why Sebastian had such a strong reaction when she said that he could be Rosalie's brother.

Of course he didn't want to be her brother! Clearly, he wanted to be her lover.

She slapped her forehead.

"Oh, Seb, I'm so stupid. I get it now! You're right. How could you be her brother? If you really became her brother, it'd make things harder for you in the future. I'm sorry, it's my fault."

Yvonne bowed to him, as if he were a king.

"I'll get going now, Seb."

Since she had come over for help-which she had gotten-there was no need to stay here and put up with his bad mood.

Yvonne had just reached the door when Sebastian thought of something. "Wait."

She halted in her steps and turned around. "Is there something else?"

Had she done something wrong again?

Sebastian beckoned her over with his finger. "Come here."

"Why?"

"Just come over," he said impatiently.

Yvonne walked closer to him, albeit reluctantly.

Sebastian picked up the phone from the bedside, scrolled through it, and handed it to her. "Look at my last sentence. Is there anything wrong with it?"

Feeling confused, Yvonne took his phone. She looked at the screen, which was displaying the end of his conversation with Rosalie.

'I think you're that kind of adorable woman.'

'I'm a little tired, I'll go to bed first. Goodbye.'

'Goodnight.'

Yvonne scrolled up to read the earlier messages, but Sebastian swiftly took the phone back. "Don't look at the previous messages." "Why? I haven't finished reading yet."

"You don't need to. Do you think there's anything wrong with what I said at the end?"

Last night, after he finished chatting with Rosalie, he felt something was off. He thought he had scared Rosalie away, but he couldn't be sure.

He had wanted to send her another message to ask if she was alright, but he didn't want to disturb her rest.

"Since you're asking me, you must have sensed that something was off yourself. Why did you even need to ask?"

"Look, I'm asking you. Don't answer

with another question," Sebastian

snapped coldly. "Just tell me if

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there's a problem with what bsaid or nat."

"There is."

Yvonne cleared her throat, and started to explain.

"And it's a big problem, too. After you said she was adorable, she obviously got flustered and quickly. said that she's going to bed. The conversation ended there. You could have just said goodnight, but then you sent a sticker. Not just that, but the sticker has the words love you' on it. You're confessing your love for her too openly!"