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

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

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

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gently nudging her husband’s

“Theo.”

disturbed from his slumber. Behaving like a grumpy child,

not a bed.

Splash!

quickly reached out to pull Theodore out of the bathtub, afraid

“Theo, wake up!”

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

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

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

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

grabbed a tissue to wipe his mouth.

eyes closed

couldn’t help but laugh at him, asking, “But alcohol

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