Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Rosalie was still busy in the study. Sydney had given her a new notebook, which she had filled up.

She was halfway through the box of documents; she didn't bother counting, and simply read the documents page by page.

Just then, her phone buzzed. Rosalie remained unperturbed, and continued jotting down notes until her phone buzzed again. She furrowed her brows, and grabbed her phone. Glancing at the incoming text, she saw found it was from Theodore.

The first text read, 'Are you asleep?'

The second text read, '??'

Rosalie typed on her phone, 'I'm not asleep yet.'

But before she sent it out, something came to mind.

If she told him that she wasn't asleep yet, he was bound to ask her what she was doing. It was going to take her time to reply to him. She didn't want to chat with Theodore right now. She was long past the time when she felt excited whenever he contacted her. Time was of the essence, and she had to read through all the documents.

As such, she deleted her original message and typed, 'I'm very tired, so I'm going to bed. Goodnight.'

After replying to Theodore, she switched her phone to silent mode, put it aside, and went back to work.

On the other end, Theodore stared at his phone screen in a daze.

'Didn't Mom say that Rose was busy? Why did Rose say she was going to bed?' he thought.

Theodore texted Sydney again. 'Mom, is Rose asleep or not?'

Yet, he received no response from Sydney.

From his conversation with her, it seemed as though Rose was staying the night at her place. They were both probably asleep right now.

Theodore wanted to call Rosalie, but thought that he might interrupt her rest.

'Damn it,' he thought. 'What's wrong with me? Why do I feel anxious and inferior? Why am I afraid that she might detest me?'

He was acting like a neglected and frustrated wife.

Theodore furrowed his brows, and flung his phone aside. He laid on his side and shut his eyes, like a sulking child.

After a while, he opened his eyes again and grabbed his phone. Meekly and cautiously, he replied to Rosalie with a text. 'Goodnight.'

The next day, Sydney was awoken by an alarm. She opened her eyes blearily silenced the alarm, and got out of bed. She felt grumpy, like a teenager who got rudely awoken from her beauty sleep. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

After washing up, she got changed and walked to Rosalie's room.

Yet, when she opened the door, she found the room empty. The sheets were still neatly folded, left in the same state as they were last night. Feeling suspicious, she headed to the home office. She saw Rosalie still pouring through the documents, the entire box almost empty.

Even a student wouldn't study so hard for her finals.

Sydney was about to step in and question Rosalie if she slept at all last night, but a thought suddenly came to mind.

She pulled her phone out, then snapped a photo of Rosalie's tired face and heavy eye bags, and sent it to Theodore.

She typed Your ex-wife didn't sleep the entire night, her eye bags are so heavy and she looks so haggard Tsk, tsk! How heart-wrenching. No matter how hard I tried to persuade her, it was no use.'

Sydney sat on the couch, and silently counted down.

Three, two, one...

Just then, her phone started to buzz crazily.

Sydney leisurely bit into an apple she grabbed from the coffee table, swallowing it before answering the call. In a tone that sounded like that of a customer service officer, she said, "Hello, good day. How can I help you?"

The man on the other end of the line was stunned into silence for a few seconds, before finally remembering what he was calling for.