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.”

in her eyes again as they fell down her cheeks. She didn’t

she was feeling utterly disappointed with

own body. He disregarded the wound on his forehead, and

more worried about her.

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

face in his hands and wiping the tears from her face with his thumbs. “Why are you

he speak too harshly

the tears on her face away, and said, “I was just…. scared that something might happen to

and blocked the attack for her. What if the middle–aged man had been holding

blown over, Rosalie still felt

he would a child. He rubbed her back gently, and said, “It’s all over. I’m fine, and it’s just a superficial wound. It’ll close up in a matter

in her 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 on her, protected her well, and was deeply in love

from his arms. “Theodore, why did you rush

more she thought about it, the more

can’t just stand idly by and see you get hurt.” He caressed her head in a doting fashion. “No matter

red as she stared

happened between them replayed in her head like a silent

always like this, making her feel hopeless