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.”

cheeks. She didn’t expect Theodore to be

she was feeling utterly

by blocking the attack with his own body. He disregarded

more worried about her.

her, struggling between feelings of love and hate for him. She really had

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

speak too

emotional. She hurriedly wiped the tears on her face away, and said, “I was just….

for her. What if the middle–aged man had been

things had blown over, Rosalie still

he would a child. He rubbed her back gently, and said, “It’s all over. I’m fine, and it’s just a

ear; it felt like warm sunshine on a

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

and stood up from his arms. “Theodore,

she thought about it, the more frightened

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

eyes grew red as she stared

between them replayed in her head

always like