Chasing My Pregnant Wife



Theodore furrowed his brows. "Do you have someone you like? Tell me, who is it?"

Theodore's expression was like that of a father catching his daughter in an early romance. After all, Rosalie was only fifteen at that time.

In Theodore's view, an early romance was unacceptable. If he found out who the guy was, he would beat him up.

Rosalie quickly shook her head. "No, no."

She insisted that there was no one, but Theodore just didn't believe her.

"Who is it then? Is it someone from your school? Is it that low-class guy with a tattoo on his arm?"

"No, Theo! Don't guess blindly. There really isn't anyone. I'm just studying hard every day. I won't be dating anyone."

Seeing Rosalie's serious denial, Theodore believed her. After all, he couldn't bear to push the little girl too hard. She would really cry, and he would feel heartbroken and guilty.

"That's more like it. Focus on your studies. There will be plenty of opportunities for romance later. You're still young."

When she grew up, she would definitely experience sweet romance. She would be cherished and loved.

Just the thought of another man taking care of and loving her made Theodore uneasy. Who was that man, anyway? "Got it, Theo."

That day, neither of them revealed what kind of person they liked. However, the atmosphere between them was warm, and it seemed like they had become a bit closer to each other.

Overall, everything was subtle, like being separated by a veil. Neither of them chose to tear it away or see what lay on the other side. They only followed the gentle feelings in their hearts. It was giddy and warm.

Theodore had once told Rosalie that there would be plenty of chances for romance in the future, but he never expected that she would marry him a few years later, without ever having had a taste of romance.

Thinking of this, Theodore smiled bitterly. Perhaps Sebastian had given Rosalie romance, which was why she was so devoted to him.

In less than three months, they had pledged their lives to each other. Rosalie had experienced a kind of love she had never felt before and had fallen deeply for Sebastian, unable to extricate herself.

At a time of crisis, the choices people made were the truest to their hearts. They may disguise themselves usually, but they couldn't disguise themselves in critical moments.

And she had chosen Sebastian.

"Theo, if you have something on your mind, you can talk to me."

A voice suddenly came from behind it was Wesley's voice.

"Don't stand there," Wesley said as he trembled.

He stepped closer to Theodore, but he was cautious and moved slowly.

"Theo, please come down. It's not safe to stand there. If you want to get some fresh air, I can take you to the park in your wheelchair. Where you're at, it's not safe. Or, I can take you to the rooftop to see the view."

Wesley didn't dare to tell Theodore to stop his foolish acts, because he was afraid Theodore might really do something foolish. So, he carefully tried to soothe his son.

Wesley was frightened to see his son standing on the windowsill the moment he came in. This was a tall building-jumping down would mean death!

"Dad, why didn't you care about me

when I was young? When you suddenly realized you loved Mom, that's when you started caring about me. Was I not your son when you didn't love her? Only when you loved her did I become your son?" Theodore suddenly asked a deep question.

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"Is your change in attitude toward me just to win Mom back?"

"Theo, what are you saying? Stop talking nonsense and come down!"

"Nonsense?" Theodore gave a bitter smile. "Whether it's nonsense or truth, don't you know in your heart?"