Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Rosalie tugged Sydney's sleeve and pulled at it, shaking her head profusely at her.

She mouthed, "Ask him when he's free, and that you can wait."

The corner of Sydney's mouth twitched. She coughed dryly, and put out the cigarette between her fingers.

"In that case, when are you free? You can't possibly be busy all the time, can you?"

"I'm busy all the time."

His heartless rejection made Sydney's brows furrow. A piercing pain shot through her chest. She could sense that Theodore didn't want to have a meal with her, or even see his own mother.

Before Rosalie could say anything further, Sydney decided that she would give it another shot. "Are you sure you aren't free? Not even for half an hour?"

"I'm sorry, no."

Sydney's grip over her phone tightened, and she chuckled helplessly. "Alright, then. Go ahead and be busy. I won't bother you anymore." Sydney was about to hang up when Rosalie snatched the phone from her hand and said to the man on the line, "Theodore Spencer!"

Theodore was surprised to hear a familiar voice calling out his name. "Rose, is that you?"

"Yes, it's me." Rosalie said, "I'm with your mother."

"What are you doing with her?"

“Don't bother with that. Why did you reject your mother's invitation for a meal?”

"I'm not free."

“As if!" Rosalie said sternly. "Don't give me that! You have time to visit Cynthia, act so ridiculously, throw temper tantrums, and drag me back home in the middle of the night...but you don't have time for a meal with your mother? Who are you trying to kid?"

Sydney stared at Rosalie, wide-eyed and in disbelief. Never had she expected to see such a bold and unrestrained side of her daughter-in-law.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

When Rosalie was berating Theodore, she sounded as if she were scolding a child.

Theodore seemed equally shocked by Rosalie's words, and fell silent for a long time.

The high and mighty CEO of SK

Enterprise, who was always

shouting at his employees, was now being scolded by his own wife and he didn't even have the guts to talk back.

"Why aren't you talking?" Rosalie said, her brows furrowed. "Say something!"

"Do you really want me to have a meal with her?” Theodore asked.

"Don't you want to?"

"I don't," Theodore said coldly.

"Theo, don't throw a tantrum, alright? Don't you know what your heart wants?" Rosalie said in a huff. "I heard all that night, when you were talking in your sleep. You were crying out for your mom. Don't tell me you don't remember that happening."

"Who's crying out for Mom? You're babbling nonsense," Theodore denied awkwardly.

"Am I? Or are you the one lying through your teeth? Don't you feel your conscience getting pricked?"

"Rose, I..."

"Theo, I'm giving you two options right now. You either decide on a date and time to have a meal with your mom and talk things through without fighting, or I'll pretend to not know you and we'll cut all contact from now on. Since you can even be bothered to talk to your own mom, why bother keeping in contact with your ex-wife?"

"Rose, that's two separate matters. I was just...”

"Just what?" Rosalie cut him off. "You have two options. Take your pick."

Rosalie sounded autocratic, like a queen who wouldn't take no for an answer. Theodore gaped in astonishment at how overbearing she sounded. "I..." he said with a flinch, "I choose the first one."