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.

soup, she found that Theodore hadn’t

bathroom to check on him, only to find an

bathtub. His clothes were strewn on the floor, and his phone was discarded to the

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bathtub and gently nudging her

“Theo.”

from his slumber. Behaving like a grumpy child, he ignored her,

had seemingly forgotten that he was in a bathtub, not a bed. When he turned, he plopped right into it.

Splash!

water off her face and quickly reached out to pull Theodore out of the bathtub,

“Theo, wake up!”

sobered up! If she had come in five

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

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,

the soup. Just as he took a sip, he spat

grabbed a tissue to wipe his mouth. “Why

had his eyes closed as he muttered,

laugh at him, asking, “But alcohol tastes

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