Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 97

Theodore didn’t get a wink of sleep all night. He stayed by Rosalie’s side, checking on her whenever she made a sound, making sure she wasn’t uncomfortable and giving her water if she needed it.

As dawn broke, Theodore raised his hand to Rosalie’s forehead to check her temperature yet again. Seeing that her fever had finally gone down, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Exhausted, Theodore sat up and pinched the bridge of his nose. As he walked drowsily to the bathroom, he accidentally kicked the trash can, startling himself. He was afraid that the sound would wake Rosalie, but thankfully, she was still sound asleep.

When he bent down to push the trash can back into place, he noticed two pills in it, puzzling him. Didn’t Rose say she had taken the medicine? Then, why were the pills in the trash? Why would she lie to him? It was just two pills, so why wouldn’t she take them? She wasn’t the type to refuse medicine..

Feeling uneasy, Theodore turned his head and stared deeply at the woman sleeping peacefully.

When Rosalie woke up again, it was almost noon. She was alone in bed.

Rosalie stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling a bit dizzy. She vaguely remembered Theodore taking care of her all night. She touched the cold sheets beside her, realizing he must have left at some point. Everything from last night felt like a dream.

Rosalie groggily got out of bed and freshened up in the bathroom. When she came out of her room, Anthony hurried over to her.

are you

said, though her complexion still looked a bit pale. “Um…

over an

“Oh, I see.”

accompany Cynthia. She was his

about you. He called me last night asking if you had returned. When I

“Is that so?”

cared for her, rushing back when he heard she was

went to Cynthia’s side today. How many pieces could his

than him always being like this. He would

but seeing Rosalie’s expression, he changed the subject and

“I’m fine with anything.