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.

bowl of soup, she found that Theodore hadn’t come out of the bathroom

she went to the bathroom to check on him, only to find an amusing yet exasperating scene before

His clothes were strewn on the floor, 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.”

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

a bathtub, not a bed. When he turned,

Splash!

off her face and quickly reached out to pull Theodore out of the bathtub, afraid the drunken fool

“Theo, wake up!”

that had happened, he still hadn’t sobered up! If

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

dazed, he stumbled out of the bathroom with her help. After she dried the water off his body and blow–dried

feed him the soup. Just as he took a sip, he spat it out like

tissue to wipe

closed as he muttered, “Tastes

laugh at

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