Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 13

“You’re hurt,” said Theodore, staring at his wife’s wrist.

The abrasion on her wrist was shallow, but it seemed deeply etched in his eyes.

“I’m fine. I’ll put on a Band–Aid later. You go ahead and take a shower.”

“Let’s shower together.”

Theodore looked up and calmly gazed at her. He said those words as naturally as he had brought up getting a divorce.

Throughout their marriage, the couple often showered together, and sometimes, they couldn’t resist…

Staring into Theodore’s dark eyes, Rosalie felt flustered and confused, but she still forcefully pulled her hand away.

“It’s fine. You go ahead and shower.”

Since they had chosen to get divorced, there was no point in being tender to each other now.

Theodore’s hand was suddenly empty. When he returned to his senses, Rosalie had already left the room.

the room carrying a bowl of soup, she found that

bathroom to check on him, only to

bathtub. His clothes were strewn on the floor, and his phone was discarded to the side. Picking them up, Rosalie put the clothes

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bathtub and gently

“Theo.”

like a grumpy child, he ignored her, pushing her hand away and turning

a bathtub, not a bed. When

Splash!

clothes. She wiped the water off her face and quickly reached out to pull Theodore out of the

“Theo, wake up!”

still hadn’t sobered up! If she had come in five minutes later, would

she had known him for ten years. She had never seen

to pull Theodore ‘out of the bathtub. Half dazed, he stumbled out of the bathroom with her help. After she dried the water off his body and blow–dried his hair,

to feed him the soup. Just as he took a sip, he

grabbed a tissue to wipe his mouth. “Why did you spit it

his eyes closed as he muttered, “Tastes

but laugh at him, asking, “But alcohol tastes

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