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

feeling utterly disappointed

by blocking the attack with his own body. He disregarded the wound on his forehead, and was

more worried about her.

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

cupping her face in his hands

he speak too harshly and frighten

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

been holding a knife, or an even more

Rosalie still felt remnant fear pulsing through her

He held 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 felt like warm sunshine on a winter day, bringing

and all those terrible. things that happened recently never happened before. He doted on her, protected her well, and was deeply

face, and stood up from his arms. “Theodore,

it, the more

can’t just stand idly by and see you get hurt.” He caressed her head

as she stared at the man before

replayed in her

man always like this, making her