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.

Rosalie walked into the room carrying a bowl of soup, she found that Theodore hadn’t come out of

to check on him, only to find an amusing yet

and his phone was discarded to the side. Picking them up, Rosalie put the clothes in the laundry

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bathtub and gently nudging

“Theo.”

a grumpy child, he ignored her, pushing

he was in a bathtub, not a bed. When he turned, he plopped

Splash!

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

“Theo, wake up!”

up! If she had come in five minutes

they had only been married for a year, she had known him for ten years. She had never seen

her strength to pull Theodore ‘out of the bathtub. Half dazed, he stumbled out of the bathroom with her help. After she dried

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

grabbed a tissue to wipe his mouth.

his eyes closed as

help but laugh at him, asking,

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