Chasing My Pregnant Wife

“I didn’t mean it that way,” Rosalie snapped, feeling a bit angry.

If she had meant it like that, she wouldn’t have let him touch her last night, especially since she was pregnant.

Without saying anything else, Theodore carried her back to the

bedroom and placed her gently on the bed. His movements were tender and caring, causing Rosalie to desperately hold back her tears. «

As he straightened her clothes, his large hands inadvertently brushed. against her belly. Rosalie’s heart skipped a beat. She quickly grabbed his hand and pushed it away. Her lower abdomen was still very flat, but instinctively, she felt guilty and was worried about being discovered.

Theodore paused at her actions. “What’s wrong?”

Was she not letting him touch her now because they were about to get a divorce?

“It’s nothing. I just didn’t sleep well and am feeling a bit dizzy,” Rosalie explained, giving an excuse.

“Shall I call a doctor? You don’t look too good.”

Theodore reached out and touched her forehead. She didn’t feel warm and her temperature was normal, but he still felt like something was

off.

“I’m really fine.”

Rosalie couldn’t risk having a doctor come over now, lest they

discover her pregnancy.

“I just need to sleep. I’ll be fine after a nap.”

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Rose, I’ll give you one last chance. Either tell me the truth, or I’ll take you to the hospital.”

Did she think he didn’t know that she was hiding something?

Rosalie forced a smile. “It’s just that it’s been a while since we’ve been intimate. It’s taking me–a while to recover because we did it so suddenly last night. You don’t have to take me to the hospital. I’ll be fine after I get some rest. It’ll be awkward to go to the hospital when there’s nothing wrong with me.”

Upon hearing her reasonable explanation, a hint of embarrassment flashed in the man’s eyes. He immediately pulled up the blanket to cover her.

“You should have said so earlier. You didn’t have to get up, I could have brought breakfast to bed for you.”

Rosalie clenched her fists under the blanket, holding back her tears. He was so cruel. How could he care for her like this after proposing a

divorce?

Theodore raised his hand and glanced at the time on his watch. It looked like he had something to attend to.

“Honey… Mr. Spencer, if you have something to do, go ahead. I’ll be fine after I get some rest.”

Theodore frowned at the way she addressed him. She had never

called him that before.

“What did you call me?”

Theodore sounded calm, but his tone carried a hint of restrained

anger.

Rosalie hardened her heart and said, “We’re getting divorced, so it’s better to adapt early. If we accidentally call each other too

affectionately after the divorce, others might misunderstand.”

Finding her words grating, Theodore stood up and turned to leave without another word. Almost simultaneously, Rosalie turned her body, tears silently streaming down her face.

Theodore’s footsteps suddenly halted, and he turned back to his wife. “Rose, you’ve always seen me as a brother, haven’t you?”

Rosalie was slightly startled at his question. Why was he bringing this up now? She discreetly wiped away the tears on her face before looking up at Theodore.

“What?”

“Before we got married, you said you had no romantic feelings for me and that you only saw me as a brother.”

“I did say that.”

“Your feelings haven’t changed, right? You don’t have any romantic feelings for me, and you only see me as a brother, don’t you?”

Staying silent, Rosalie clutched the bedsheet tightly, her knuckles turning white. She bit her lip hard, tears flowing incessantly as she struggled to control her trembling body.

When she first laid eyes on Theodore at the age of eleven, she had been drawn to him. His eyes seemed to hold the beauty of the entire galaxy. They got engaged at nineteen, and she married him at twenty. Now, she was twenty–one years old.

Since the start, her feelings for him had never wavered. Instead, they had grown deeper with time.

Although they had only been married for a year, they had been

together for ten years. He was her entire youth, and no one else could ever hold her heart. It was as if she had been poisoned, and he was

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“Why aren’t you answering me? Is there something you can’t say?”

Theodore pressed.