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.”

tears welling up in her eyes again as they fell down her cheeks. She didn’t expect

was feeling utterly disappointed

the attack with his own body. He disregarded the

more worried about her.

feelings of love and hate for him. She really had

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

too

perhaps due to her pregnancy, Rosalie felt very emotional. She hurriedly wiped the tears on her face away, and said, “I

been holding a knife,

things had blown over, Rosalie still felt remnant

chest, comforting her as 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

it felt like warm sunshine on a winter

that happened recently never

her face, and stood up from his arms. “Theodore, why did you rush to protect me? What if the man was

thought about it, the more

hurt.” He caressed her head in

red as she stared at the

everything that happened between them replayed in

man always like this, making her feel hopeless