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 find an amusing yet exasperating scene before

floor, and his phone was discarded to the side. Picking them up, Rosalie

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gently

“Theo.”

brow, seemingly disturbed from his slumber. Behaving like a grumpy child, he ignored her, pushing her hand away and turning

had seemingly forgotten that he was in a bathtub, not a bed. When he turned, he plopped

Splash!

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

“Theo, wake up!”

had happened, he still hadn’t sobered up! If she had come in five

him for ten years. She had

strength to pull Theodore ‘out of the bathtub. Half dazed, he stumbled out of the bathroom with

Just as he took a sip, he spat it out like a naughty

a tissue to wipe his mouth. “Why

had his eyes closed

help but laugh at him,

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