Chasing My Pregnant Wife

His gaze turned warm and tender the moment it landed on Rosalie.

Even a car needed time to accelerate. Despite that, Sebastian's attitude changed in an instant, with no buffer whatsoever in between.

Everyone gasped.

Who in the world was that lady? Why did Mr. Carter treat her so differently?

He wasn't even that gentle with his own sister. What exactly was going on with this man, who was blowing his top just a minute ago?

When Sebastian told Yvonne to shut up, a tremor shook through Rosalie's body.

She was pregnant right now, and her body was naturally more sensitive. When Sebastian was yelling just now, she even instinctively covered her stomach with her hands, as if to protect her baby from shock.

Sebastian saw Rosalie in a state of fright, and anxiously tried to explain himself. "I..."

He was about to say further, when he belatedly realized that there were still many other people in the room. He turned around, and ordered coldly, "Get back to work."

Everyone walked out of Sebastian's office, their heads lowered, looking like students who had been fiercely reprimanded.

"Who is that lady? Impressive."

"Exactly. Is she Mr. Carter's girlfriend?"

"I think she's more important than his girlfriend. She looks more like his wife."

"Is Mr. Carter married?"

“Shh, keep your voice down! Do you want to be screamed at again?"

Now, only three of them were left in Sebastian's office-him, Yvonne, and Rosalie.

Yvonne was still inside.

Sebastian furrowed his brows. Irritated, he said to her, "What are you still doing here? Get out.”Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Yvonne pouted; she had the urge to yell at him. She went to great lengths to bring his future wife here, and instead of being thankful, he was still so fierce to her.

What a thankless job she had just done!

She grabbed Rosalie's arm, and said, "Rose, let's go. Seb is clearly very busy."

Her voice was laced with agitation as she glared hard at Sebastian.

Sure, she could leave-but she would bring his future wife along with her.

"Sure." Rosalie wanted to leave too, and agreed readily.

"Rose," Sebastian said, grabbing her wrist. "I have something to tell you. Don't leave just yet."

Rosalie looked at his hand.

Upon realizing that his actions were inappropriate, Sebastian

immediately released her wrist "I'm sorry I just want to talk to you. Can you please stay?"

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"Seb, you're in a bad mood. You were so fierce just now that you frightened Rose." Yvonne's brows were furrowed as she went on solemnly, "She's a pregnant lady. What if something happened to her que to shock?"

"You..."

Sebastian was about to scold his sister, but she stuck her chin up and hid behind Rosalie, proudly using Rosalie as her shield.

“Sebastian," Rosalie said, "since you're busy, we can always talk another time. I'll head off with Yvonne first."

She didn't want to see Sebastian scolding Yvonne non-stop, either.

She could clearly sense the difference in his treatment of her-how he treated her so gently moments after tearing into the rest. Of course Yvonne wouldn't feel good about that.

Rosalie cared very much for other people's feelings, and always treaded carefully.

"Yeah, Seb. We'll head off first, or you'll keep yelling at us," Yvonne said with a pout.

"Wait." Sebastian pulled out a card and handed it to Yvonne. "Take this gift as an apology. I need to talk to Rose Go shopping, and come back for her after you're done."

Even his tone toward Yvonne had softened. He had no choice if he wanted his way.

Yvonne's eyes lit up the moment she saw Sebastian's credit card.