Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 177

One of the doctors did a check–up on Theodore, treated the wound on his forehead, and diagnosed him as suffering from a slight

concussion.

Rosalie sat by Theodore’s bedside. Grabbing his

asked with concern, “Theo, does it still hurt?”

hand tightly, she

“I’m fine, it doesn’t hurt. You silly girl. Why did you act as a shield for

someone else? What if you got hurt?”

Theodore’s brows were furrowed as deep concern–remorse, even- filled his eyes.

“She’s not just someone else. She’s my friend,” Rosalie explained.

“But you’re my wife. I care only for you.”

her eyes again as they fell down her cheeks. She didn’t expect Theodore to be

when she was feeling utterly disappointed with him,

blocking the attack with his own body. He disregarded the

more worried about her.

felt really conflicted about this man before her, struggling between feelings of love and hate for him. She really had no ideal what to do with

cupping her face in his hands and wiping the tears from her face with his thumbs.

too harshly

tears on her face away, and said, “I was just…. scared

What if the middle–aged man had been holding a knife, or an even more aggressive weapon instead of a

still felt remnant

her face against his chest, comforting her as he would a child. He rubbed her back gently, and said, “It’s all over. I’m fine, and it’s just a superficial wound. It’ll close up in a matter

voice sounded in her ear; it felt like warm sunshine

terrible. things that happened recently never

his arms. “Theodore, why did you rush to protect me? What if the

more she thought about it, the more frightened

and see you get hurt.” He caressed her head in a doting fashion. “No matter what

grew red as she

that happened between them replayed in her head like a silent

man always like this, making her feel