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.”

didn’t expect Theodore to be the one to appear at that critical moment

was feeling utterly disappointed

the attack with his own body. He disregarded

more worried about her.

love and hate for him. She really had no ideal

up on the bed, tenderly cupping her face in his hands and wiping

speak too harshly

very emotional. She hurriedly wiped the tears on her face away, and said, “I was just…. scared that something might

out from nowhere, and blocked the attack for her. What if the middle–aged man had been holding a knife, or an even more aggressive weapon instead of a vase? What

still felt remnant fear

said. He held her face against his chest, comforting her as he would a child. He rubbed her back gently, and said, “It’s all

sounded in her ear; it felt like warm sunshine on a

that happened recently never happened before. He doted on her, protected her well, and was deeply in

up from his arms. “Theodore, why did you

it, the more frightened she

hurt.” He caressed her head in a

grew red as she stared

that happened between them replayed in her head

always like this, making her feel hopeless