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.”

down her cheeks. She didn’t expect Theodore to be the

feeling utterly disappointed with him,

with his own body.

more worried about her.

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

Theodore sat up on the bed, tenderly cupping her face in his hands and wiping the tears from her face with his

too harshly and frighten

tears on her face away, and said, “I

blocked the attack for her. What if the middle–aged man had been holding a knife, or an

blown over, Rosalie still felt remnant fear pulsing through her

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

like warm

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

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

more she thought about it,

idly by and see you get hurt.” He caressed her head in a

she

everything that happened between them replayed in her head like a

was this man always like this, making her feel hopeless