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 cheeks. She didn’t expect Theodore to be the one to appear at that critical moment and rush

she was feeling utterly disappointed with him,

attack with his own body. He disregarded the

more worried about her.

feelings of love

the matter?” Theodore sat up on the bed, tenderly cupping her face in his hands and wiping

speak too

the tears on her face away, and said, “I was just…. scared that something might happen

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

things had blown over, Rosalie still felt remnant fear pulsing

chest, comforting her as he would a child. He rubbed her back gently,

voice sounded in her ear; it felt like warm sunshine

as though they were still a loving couple, and all those terrible. things that happened recently never happened before. He doted on her, protected her well, and

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

it, the

see you get hurt.” He caressed

as she stared at the man

replayed in her head

like this, making her feel hopeless