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.

room carrying a bowl of soup, she

on him, only to find an amusing

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

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gently nudging

“Theo.”

furrowed his brow, seemingly disturbed from his slumber. Behaving like a grumpy

forgotten that he was in a bathtub, not a bed. When

Splash!

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

“Theo, wake up!”

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

she had known him for ten years. She

exerted all her strength 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, she

soup. Just as he took

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

eyes closed as he muttered,

at him, asking,

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