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.

tell you,”

silent and stared at each

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

first,” Rosalie replied, knowing that Theodore rarely took the initiative. to talk

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,

froze and her mind immediately went blank. Even though she was sitting on a chair, she felt like she was about to fall.

tinged with disbelief. She secretly pinched her leg to see

was calm and

most intimate thing in the world, and now,

slightly moist eyes. “What

so our contractual marriage should end,”

Rosalie fell silent.

that their marriage had been a contractual one from the start. From the beginning, Rosalie knew that her husband’s heart belonged to

a problem with that?” Theodore asked, maintaining a calm and professional demeanor, as if he was discussing

“No, there’s no problem.”

her belly to her leg, clutching her skirt tightly. Through the thin fabric, her nails almost pierced her palms because of how hard she was clenching