Chasing My Pregnant Wife

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"Sebastian," Rosalie said, looking at him with crystal clear eyes. "We're good friends. You helped me when I was at my lowest, and I'm just returning the favor. I don't mean anything else, so please don't overthink things."

Sebastian felt as though someone splashed an entire bucket of cold water over his head. He didn't know if Rosalie was deliberately reminding him not to overthink things, or if it was just a casual remark on her part.

Whatever it was, Rosalie had only one objective in mind-which was to stop him from overthinking. They were just friends, and she was just showing concern for a friend.

A friend...

Sebastian's mind was in a mess.

At the same time, a sharp knife was slicing through his heart.

He knew they were just friends-he knew that all along. That was why he had been so cautious. However, it didn't stop his heart from breaking when Rosalie pointed it out so incisively and matter-of-factly.

Rosalie was still feeling uneasy, and was about to tell Sebastian that she was leaving when he said, "Of course."

Sebastian shot her a charming smile.

"We are friends, I didn't think you meant anything else. I'm just very glad to have you as a friend."

Rosalie thought his smile looked very forced.

But perhaps she was the one overthinking things now.

She didn't understand men and what made them tick. After all, she used to think that Theodore loved her. And yet, he demanded for a divorce so he could marry Cynthia.

She arrived at the conclusion that the actions, decisions and the way a man gazed at you may be starkly different from what he was truly feeling inside.

Rosalie smiled. "Yes, I'm very glad about that too."

To lighten the mood, she changed the subject. She surveyed Sebastian from head to toe, and said, "You're dressed very comfortably for work today."

Sebastian looked down at his outfit,

and gave her an awkward smile. These clothes were what he usually woreat home, and not in the office. Circumstances were special today.

"Sometimes, I find wearing a suit too solemn. I thought a change in style would be good."

"Your outfit today looks great, too. With such a good figure, you look good wearing anything."

“Is that so? Is my figure really that good?"

Rosalie's praises made fireworks light up in Sebastian's heart.

Everyone was vain to a certain extent. That was true even for dignified and classy people.

"Yeah," she said, nodding. “I'm sure you work out. You have the height, the figure, the looks, the character, the status...the works. You're living proof that the heavens play favorites."

"Rose, you really know how to crack a joke."

“I'm not joking, I'm being serious. I'm sure many women fancy you. To be honest, I didn't believe that you didn't have a girlfriend."

"I really don't," Sebastian explained anxiously, for fear that she might get the wrong idea. "I'm still single right now."

"That's not too bad. Being single can make you carefree."

Not having a love interest was certainly better than loving someone whom you can't be with. The pain of unrequited love was too much.

It felt so suffocating that

sometimes, even breathing hurt.

Every second and every minute felt like impending death by drowning. The entire world feel gray and depressing.

Tears were her only companion.

... Up until she had no more to shed.

The bone-piercing pain seemed endless, incapacitating her so much that she didn't even have the energy to wish the pain away and simply let herself wallow in the misery.