Chasing My Pregnant Wife

After a few seconds, Rosalie looked up and said, "Mom, I'll go take a nap."Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She was just too tired.

"Sleep after breakfast," Sydney said as she served up the last plate of food. "It'll just take a few minutes. You might not be hungry, but your baby certainly is."

Rosalie nodded.

"All right then," she acquiesced.

She looked down, and rubbed her belly. "I'm sorry, baby. I stayed up last night, and I'm sure you didn't rest well, too. I'll rest later, okay?"

Sydney saw the bleary look on Rosalie's face, and found it rather adorable.

From the sound of their conversation just now, Rosalie and Theodore looked just like a married couple having a tiff. Despite the heated words, their relationship looked great. No one would have guessed that they were divorced.

Had they known, they would surely be confused as to why they would be divorced despite their great relationship.

It felt strange, however. They were already divorced, but Theodore seemed to be bugging Rosalie incessantly.

His father was a scumbag, and so was he. Like father, like son, indeed.

Sydney smiled helplessly.

This father and son pair had to feel the pain before admitting their mistake.

After breakfast, Rosalie headed straight to her room, collapsed on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

She was worried she might oversleep and end up not being able to sleep at night, so she set an alarm that would go off in three and a half hours' time.

After cleaning up the kitchen, Sydney headed to her home office and saw that the documents were already neatly packed into the box. The thick notebook was filled with notes Rosalie had scribbled.

She flipped through the notebook as shock registered in her eyes. She mumbled to herself, "She's so patient and detailed, she managed to identify the problem."

Sydney grabbed her phone, and dialed a number.

"Hello. Regent Co.'s loan application will not be approved."

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang.

Sydney saw Theodore's face, dark with displeasure, through the surveillance camera footage.

She thought they would only meet a few days later. She didn't expect to see him today.

Ding, dong!

He seemed irritated.

Sydney straightened out her shirt and hair.

Damn it, why was she feeling so nervous? She was going to see her son, not a potential suitor!

She coughed dryly and stood up,

opening the door while keeping her face carefully expressionless. "Why, if it isn't Mr. Spencer. What are you doing here?”

Theodore's brows furrowed. "I'm here to see Rose. Where is she?"

"She's resting. What do you want from her?”

"I'm here to see her."

Theodore stared cautiously at Sydney, behaving as though he was here to seek revenge for Rosalie.

Sydney scoffed as she stepped aside, pointing to a room inside.

Theodore walked toward the direction Sydney pointed in, his face cold as ice.

"She's asleep," Sydney said to his back, "be quiet."

Theodore ignored her and walked straight to the door and opened it carefully. She saw Rosalie lying on the bed, snoring. She didn't even pull the covers over herself.

Theodore shook his head helplessly as he tiptoed to the bedside. Rosalie was lying atop the sheets.

He pulled Rosalie into his arms, then grabbed the sheets out from under

her before placing her back down on

the bed. He moved very gently and carefully.

Rosalie was so tired and in such deep sleep, she didn't notice a thing.

Theodore leaned in so close to her, he could feel her breath on his cheeks. Her breath was warm.

He stared at her face, inches from his, and swallowed hard.