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 expect Theodore to be the one to

she was feeling utterly disappointed with him,

the attack with his own body. He disregarded

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 do

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

he speak too harshly

felt very emotional. She hurriedly wiped the tears on her face away, and said, “I was just…. scared that something might happen to

been holding a knife, or an even more

Rosalie still

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 of

ear; it felt like warm sunshine on a winter day, bringing inexplicable

things that happened recently never happened before. He doted on her, protected her well, and was deeply in love with

“Theodore, why did

thought about it, the

get hurt.” He

grew red as she stared at the man

everything that happened between them replayed in

like this, making