Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Curled up under the covers, Rosalie Young gently caressed her belly. After a while, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, the baby was okay.

When he came home last night, Theodore Spencer had wanted to be intimate. As the couple hadn’t seen each other for two months, Rosalie couldn’t bear to refuse him.

Theodore had already woken up and washed up. He was wearing a gray custom suit that perfectly fit his tall and slender body, giving him an elegant and charming air. Currently, he was sitting in a chair with a tablet in hand. His fingers slid gracefully across the screen, exuding a hint of laziness and sensuality.

Rosalie was wrapped tightly in the blanket with only her head exposed.

When Theodore noticed her staring at him, he calmly asked, “Are you awake? Let’s have breakfast.”

“Okay.”

Rosalie put on her pajamas, blushing as she crawled out of bed.

In the dining room, Rosalie kept pushing her food around her plate as she caressed her belly with one hand. After a while, she nervously spoke up, but Theodore also spoke at the same time.

to tell you,” the couple

fell silent and stared

a moment of silence, Theodore said, “Why don’t

go first,” Rosalie replied, knowing that Theodore rarely took

divorce up, and I’ll have someone send them to you later. If you don’t like any of the terms, let me know, and I’ll fix it. You should sign as soon as possible,” said Theodore casually, as he leisurely cut into the

her mind immediately went blank. Even though she was sitting on a chair, she felt like she

her tone tinged with disbelief.

tone was calm and devold of any

most intimate thing

covered her belly with slightly moist eyes.

contractual

Rosalie fell silent.

a contractual one from

a calm and professional demeanor, as if he was discussing a

“No, there’s no problem.”

thin fabric, her nails almost pierced her palms because of how hard she