Chasing My Pregnant Wife

"Mom's going to take you away for a while. Where do you want to go?"

Rosalie had to find a place where no one knew her, and give birth to the baby before she started showing.

As she was thinking, her phone rang.

Not knowing who it was, she picked up her phone. There, she saw an unknown number. She swiped across the screen to answer.

"Hello?"

However, no sound came from the other end of the line.

"Hello, who is this?" Rosalie pressed, but there was still no response.

Suddenly, the caller hung up abruptly.

Rosalie was puzzled. Could it have been a wrong number?

Just as she was about to put down the phone, it rang again. It was the same number.

Rosalie answered again. "Hello?"

And yet, there was still no sound.

"If you don't speak, I'll hang up and block this number."

Despite that, the phone remained silent. There was still no sound.

A sudden chill ran down Rosalie's spine she could hear someone's breath. There was no problem with her phone... The caller wasn't speaking on purpose!

The caller ID only showed the number, and there was no information on the location.

Rosalie's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately hung up and blocked the number.

It must have been a prank or a scam call. Scam calls were all too prevalent these days. It had probably been just a psychological tactic, but she still felt uneasy.

"Baby, it's okay, don't be afraid. It was just a prank call, but Mommy blocked that number."

At the hospital, Cynthia held her phone; she brought up Theodore's number repeatedly, but she also kept closing her contact list. Finally, she threw her phone aside in frustration.

She had never been this afraid before. She was scared Theodore would get tired of her.

Was he tired of her because she was

dying? Was he disregarding her

because she was going to die. anyway? Rosalie must have taken advantage of this to get close to him!

No, Theodore wouldn't be that cruel. It must be that bitch Rosalie's fault! She was always hanging around Theodore, and she even wanted to be his sister.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

How ridiculous! Was she even worthy?

"Rosalie," she snarled, "if I really die, I'll make sure you go to hell with me! I won't let you have Theo, even if I'm dead!"

Cynthia had decided that even if she died, she would take Rosalie down with her! She absolutely wouldn't stand by and watch that bitch be with Theodore.

"What a great plan! You don't sound like you're sick at all."

A man's voice suddenly rang in the room.

Cynthia turned, to see a man

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dressed in black walking into the room. He was wearing a black baseball cap and mask. Not a part of him was uncovered, including kis face. The only thing one could make out was his tall figure.

He stood tall and strong, but he didn't seem rough. Although he was dressed this way, he emanated a youthful and handsome aura. Cynthia stiffened. "Who are you?”

The man closed the door, and walked over to her bed with long strides. "Hello, Miss Zeller. I think we can be friends."

Nervous, Cynthia raised her hand to press the button by the bed. The man watched her casually, hands in his pockets, not doing a single thing. Cynthia pressed the button, but no medical staff came.

"Miss Zeller, don't bother," said the man. "The nurses won't be alerted unless I reconnect it."