Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 50

“If you’re talking about our home, then you sit in the passenger seat and I’ll drive you back. But if you’re talking about Cynthia’s place, I’ll have the driver take you there now.

“Either way, you’re not driving. What if you hit someone on the road?” Rosalie said with furrowed brows.

“Hah,” Theodore scoffed lightly. “So, you’re not worried about me, but about strangers being hit by me.”

Rosalie frowned. “Shouldn’t I be worried about that? Drunk drivers deserve to get into accidents, but the innocent people they hit don’t.”

His anger flaring up, Theodore grabbed his wife’s slender shoulder and demanded, “Deserve it? Are you saying it’s my fault?”

“I was just giving an example. You haven’t drunk and driven, have you?

Rosalie pushed him away forcefully. “Where do you want to go? Speak up!”

After suddenly taking off his suit jacket and angrily throwing it to the ground, Theodore impatiently opened the passenger door and got into the car. It seemed like he was intending to head back to his and Rosalie’s home.

Rosalie sighed helplessly, picking up the discarded suit jacket from the ground. She settled into the driver’s seat and tossed his jacket onto the backseat.

Looking at her husband slumped in the passenger seat, Rosalie reminded him, “Buckle up.”

remain motionless, Rosalie

exasperation on

enough to be unable to do

“Hmm…”

head, and before she

ambushed her!

alcohol from the man’s mouth flooded into her nostrils, making Rosalie feel dizzy. Worried about

angrily asked, “What are you

lips curled into a smile. “Didn’t you lean into me? What do you think

seatbelt, not trying to kiss

shrugged

She couldn’t believe this man didn’t know. He had

vent. After all, they were still husband and wife. If he wanted to kiss

of their home. After getting out, Rosalie handed the keys to the butler and asked him to park the car in the garage, then walked into

house with Theodore.