Chasing My Pregnant Wife

“Let’s wait a bit longer. Grandma was in a good mood last night. If we suddenly bring up divorce, she won’t be able to handle it.”

“Okay.” Rosalie suddenly remembered something and added, “Don’t worry. When we tell her, I’ll say that initiated the divorce. I’ll tell Grandma that I only married you out of respect for her.

“Although you’ve been good to me, being with you hasn’t made me happy at all. It’s not your fault. I just have feelings for someone else. Grandma cares for me deeply, so she probably won’t hold it against you if I frame things that way.”

Even as they were about to divorce, Rosalie was primarily concerned about Theodore. She was doing everything she could to ensure Rebecca wouldn’t blame him.

Theodore stirred the cereal in his bowl, not taking a bite for a long while. His lips twitched, as if he was smiling yet suppressing something.

After a long silence, he said darkly, “The way you say it sounds like that’s truly what you feel.”

He looked up, his eyes simmering with intense heat as he continued, ” You’ve been enduring it all this time, haven’t you?”

Rosalie clutched her dress tightly, her expression growing increasingly grim.

She had been considering his welfare, but he twisted her words to suit his own agenda. Did he intentionally misunderstand her words so that it would seem reasonable for their marriage to come to an end?

“Why aren’t you answering? Have you really been feeling that way?”

Theodore’s question carried even more significance than his previous one. It was as if he was insisting on an answer, or even a confession. from her. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

7…”

It was true that Rosalie had been enduring for a long time.

She had endured not confessing her feelings to him, not telling him she loved him, and not telling him he was the only one she wanted. She had done it all because before they got married, Theodore had said he couldn’t give her any sincere affection and could divorce her at any time.

Perhaps because her emotions were too intense, Rosalie suddenly felt a tumultuous sensation in her stomach. She quickly stood up

from her chair, covering her mouth as she left. Her sudden departure disrupted everything.

Theodore quickly stood and followed her. “What’s wrong with you?”

Rosalie had been acting strangely these past few days.

Rosalie quickly returned to the bedroom, slamming the door shut and locking it behind her. She rushed into the bathroom and closed the door before leaning over the toilet to throw up.

Theodore grabbed the doorknob and pulled hard, only to find the door locked from the inside. He clenched his fist and knocked on the door

a few times.

“Rose, why did you lock the door? Open up!”

He didn’t know what was happening inside. He could hear some noises, but it wasn’t clear enough.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

He pounded on the door even harder, his tone growing impatient.

Rose, open the door!”

But there was no sign of the door opening.

Unable to take it anymore, he turned and shouted, “Butler, get the keys!

The butler quickly arrived with a bunch of keys and skillfully unlocked the door.

Theodore burst into the room to find Rosalie lying in bed, curled up under a blanket that completely covered her. He hurried to the bedside and pulled back the covers. Seeing her sickly pale face, as though she was unwell, filled him with worry.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“I’m fine, just a bit tired. I wanted to rest alone for a while.”

He reached out to feel her forehead. “Are you sick?”

“I’m not sick, just tired. Please, leave me alone,” Rosalie insisted as she pushed him away.

“Come on, we’re going to the hospital,” Theodore said as he attempted to lift the covers off her.

“No! I said I’m fine. I just want to sleep. Please don’t disturb me, okay?

Rosalie’s voice grew more anxious.

Without another thought, Theodore threw off the covers and lift