Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Theodore’s long eyelashes fluttered, then he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Rosalie gently nudged his shoulder. No response. It seems this drunkard was alternating between being sober and being out of it.

Rosalie had no choice but to resort to slowly feeding him mouth–to- mouth. Theodore didn’t open his eyes again but swallowed

everything. When he was done, Rosaline wiped the corner of his mouth with a tissue.

Seeing Theodore sleeping soundly, she tucked him in and headed to the bathroom. After showering and drying off, Rosalie stood by the bed, staring at Theodore for a while. Since they were getting divorced, sleeping together didn’t seem appropriate.

She was about to go to the next room to sleep when suddenly, the phone on the bedside cabinet started vibrating. All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

Rosalie picked up the phone to see the caller ID showing Cynthia’s

name.

Her heart skipped a beat. Thinking of the past, Rosalie suddenly felt an impulse. She answered the call, putting the phone to her ear.

“Hello.”

On the other end, a woman asked in confusion, “Who is this?”

“I’m Rosalie. What can I do for you?”

“Oh, Mrs. Spencer. Sorry, I thought it was Theo,” said Cynthia. She sounded polite, and there was warmth in her voice when she said Theodore’s name.

When Rosalie heard it, her heart acted, but she remained calm. “He’s already asleep. Whatever it is, you can talk to him about it tomorrow.”

“Okay then.” Cynthia hung up.

Rosalie placed the phone on the bedside table. She thought of leaving but changed her mind and lay down beside Theodore instead.

Just then, Theodore suddenly turned over and pulled her into his arms. The warmth of his embrace enveloped her instantly and filled her with a familiar feeling she cherished. After the divorce, this embrace would no longer belong to her, but to Cynthia.

“Honey,” Rosalie whispered softly. She held Theodore’s face and kissed him gently.

‘This will be the last time I address you in this way. From now on, those words belong to someone else. When the woman you truly love calls you that, you will be happier, won’t you?‘ she thought to herself.

Rosalie nestled into Theodore’s embrace, holding him tightly and greedily inhaling his scent. Opportunities like this were few and far between. Soon, she drifted into sleep.

“Happy birthday.”

Rosalie was half–asleep, and a sentence seemed to echo in her ears. But she couldn’t make out what it was. Her eyelids felt heavy, and she didn’t want to open them. Perhaps she had misheard.

The next day, Rosalie woke up to find herself still lying in Theodore’s arms. It felt incredulous, bittersweet and suffocating.

Theodore was already awake and staring at her.

“Are you awake? Do you want to sleep a little longer?” he asked.

His gentle tone gave Rosalie the illusion of them being the most affectionate couple in the world, never to be separated.

As she drifted in a daze, she suddenly remembered the coldness and ruthlessness with which this man had asked for a divorce. It was like being splashed with cold water.

She pulled away from his embrace. “Sorry, we should have slept separately last night. I was too tired and just lay down.”

Theodore’s initially gentle expression suddenly turned cold. He sat up and said icily, “You know we’re not divorced yet, right?”

“What’s the difference? Can’t the divorce papers be finalized today?” Rosalie asked.

Better to end it sooner rather than later. Otherwise, things would be difficult if he found out she was pregnant.

“Are you that eager to get divorced?” Theodore asked, his voice growing colder.