Chasing My Pregnant Wife

"Isn't it impolite? What if she gets angry?" Rosalie said worriedly.

"She should be feeling more sad than angry now," Rebecca said. "She needs comfort. Actually, there are many things I want to talk to her about, but she's not close to any of the Spencers right now. Since you and Theodore are divorced, you and Sydney have many similarities. So if you go, she won't be angry with you."© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

"Grandma, I don't know what to talk about with Mom."

"Do you not want to go?" Rebecca asked. "If you don't want to, it's okay. I won't force you."

"It's not that," Rosalie explained. "I just...don't know what to say."

"Don't be nervous." Rebecca patted her hand. "Once you're there, you'll know. You don't need to say grand things or a lot of comforting words. As a woman, just speak from the heart."

Rebecca's simple words enlightened Rosalie. "I understand, Grandma."

Rebecca didn't have Rosalie stay for lunch. Before lunchtime arrived, she had already sent Rosalie off to have lunch with Sydney.

Actually, Rosalie had planned to go after preparing herself. She didn't expect Rebecca to tell her to go now.

Rosalie knew that Rebecca cared a lot about Sydney. Now, Sydney and Wesley weren't on good terms. Although Rebecca wanted to help Sydney, she was a Spencer, so Sydney felt somewhat distanced from her. She thought Rebecca was mainly acting for her son's sake.

However, if Rosalie went, it would be much better. After all, Rosalie had also suffered in love and was now divorced, making her more relatable to Sydney.

Rosalie originally didn't want to get involved in these matters. After all, she couldn't even figure out her own life, let alone meddle in someone else's decades-long affairs.

But since this was Rebecca's wish, she naturally wanted to make Sydney feel better.

Plus, due to previous misunderstandings with Sydney, Rosalie wanted to clear things up so no one would feel uncomfortable.

Rosalie followed the address to Sydney's apartment. It was a high-end apartment accessible only to residents, but Rebecca had informed her that this property belonged to the Spencers and arrangements had been made.

She entered without any hindrance.

Rosalie took the elevator to the floor where Sydney lived. After a few

seconds of mental preparatione

rang the doorbell.

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Before the door opened, she stood up straight, rehearsing in her mind what she wanted to say.

"Hi Mom, I'm here to see you."

That didn't sound right.

"Mom, Grandma gave me your address. She was a bit worried about you, so she sent me to check on you."

"Mom, have you eaten? I came to have lunch with you."

Rosalie scratched her head. She hadn't prepared properly; maybe she shouldn't have come in such a hurry today.

She waited for about ten seconds, but no one answered. Maybe Sydney wasn't home.

Rosalie felt quite nervous.

Not being home was good. She

would have an excuse to leave. She could tell Rebecca she came,

Sydney wasn't home, so she would

come again next time.

Just as Rosalie turned to leave, the door suddenly opened, so she had no choice but to stay.

She turned around to speak, but seeing the person in front of her left her stunned.

Wesley, in his pajamas and with disheveled hair, asked coldly, "What are you doing here?"

Rosalie looked him up and down, noticing scratch marks on his r and lipstick on his chin. The entire

situation seemed ambiguo et