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.”

tears welling up in her eyes again as they fell down her cheeks. She didn’t expect Theodore to

when she was feeling utterly

her so self–sacrificially by blocking the attack with his own

more worried about her.

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

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

speak too harshly and frighten

pregnancy, Rosalie felt very emotional. She hurriedly wiped the tears on her

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

had blown over, Rosalie still felt remnant fear pulsing through

her back gently, and said, “It’s all over. I’m fine, and it’s just a superficial wound. It’ll

warm sunshine on a winter day, bringing inexplicable warmth to

those terrible. things that happened recently never happened before.

her face, and stood up from his arms. “Theodore, why did you rush

she thought about it, the more

just stand idly by and see you get hurt.” He caressed

as she stared at the

replayed in her head

man always like