Chasing My Pregnant Wife

She knew Sebastian was bribing her. But since it was his credit card, she would succumb this time.

"Rose," Yvonne said meekly, "why don't you stay here and chat with Seb? I'll take a stroll downstairs. I'll come back for you in a while." "But I..."

"Rose," Yvonne whispered into her ear, "he looks quite anxious, and is probably worried that you're angry at him. Just stay and chat with him, all right?"

With that, Yvonne released Rosalie's hand and grabbed Sebastian's card before making a run for the door. She slammed the door shut, not giving Rosalie a chance to reject her.

"You..."

Rosalie was rendered speechless at the "bribe" that just took place under her nose.

Sebastian strode forward, and stopped right in front of her.

Left with no way out, Rosalie stood where she was and flashed him an awkward smile.

"Rose, I'm sorry you had to see what happened earlier. They committed a huge mistake at work, and I had to tell them off. It wasn't without reason."

He didn't want Rosalie to think of him as a volatile and bad-tempered person. All the more he didn't want her thinking of him as a bully, just because he was rich and powerful.

Rosalie nodded calmly. "I know."

Still, she never imagined that Sebastian was capable of being so frightening, especially given his usual genteel and mild-mannered demeanor.

He was even more frightening than people who usually looked more scary than he did.

"But..." Rosalie paused.

"But what?" Sebastian asked anxiously. "Do you think I shouldn't have been so fierce to them? How about this? I'll call them back and apologize to them. Or is there something else you want me to do?"

He was beginning to ramble on in a bid to please her.

Rosalie's mind was in a blur. She didn't know why Sebastian was so anxious.

Those men were his subordinates,

and this was his company. What right did she, an insignificant nobody, have to criticize what he did regardless of whether it was right or wrong?

She would never be able to attain the success that Sebastian had, even if she slogged it out over ten lifetimes.

"Sebastian, what I wanted to say

was that getting so angry isn't good for your health. What's done is done, the only thing that is left to do is to find a solution. Of course, it's completely reasonable for you to get furious when something goes Wrong," she said.

Rosalie wasn't keen on preaching and sitting on her high horse.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

No one is perfect. Everyone knows that. If perfection were possible, there wouldn't be so many tragedies and accidents in this world.

Rosalie's concern for his health made a faint smile appear on Sebastian's face.

She went on, "We're friends, so it's only right for friends to show concern for each other."

"Thank you."

Her concern was capable of lifting his mood, even more so than any other person.

"Oh yes, Rose, what brought you here today? Did Yvonne drag you here? That brat, she always disregards other people's feelings!"

“It's not her,” Rosalie clarified. “This has nothing to do with her. I was the one who asked her about you."

She decided to tell him the truth, lest he started blaming Yvonne.

"You asked her about me?" Sebastian asked doubtfully. "Why?"

Rosalie smiled awkwardly. "I had a bad dream last night, and dreamt that something bad happened to you. It felt so real..."

She continued explaining herself, worried that he might find her laughable.

"I thought it was reality, and I broke out in a cold sweat. That was why I texted you, but you never replied to me. I called you, but you didn't pick up the phone, so I got even more worried. Then I called Yvonne to ask about you, and eventually came here."