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 found that Theodore hadn’t come out of

the bathroom to check on him, only to find an amusing yet exasperating

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

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gently nudging her

“Theo.”

like a grumpy child, he ignored her, pushing

bathtub, not a bed. When he turned,

Splash!

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

“Theo, wake up!”

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

year, she had known him for ten years. She had never seen the high and mighty, handsome CEO in such

‘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

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

to wipe his

eyes closed as

at him, asking, “But alcohol

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