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.”

Rosalie felt tears welling up in her eyes again as they fell down her cheeks. She didn’t expect Theodore to be the

when she was feeling utterly

with his own body. He disregarded the wound on his

more worried about her.

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

matter?” Theodore sat up on the bed, tenderly cupping her face in his hands and wiping the tears from her face with his thumbs. “Why are

speak too harshly and frighten

She hurriedly wiped the tears on her

out from nowhere, and blocked the attack for her. What if the middle–aged man had been holding a knife,

Rosalie still felt remnant fear pulsing through her

right, don’t cry now,” Theodore said. He held her face against his chest, comforting her as he would a child. He rubbed her back gently, and

soothing voice sounded in her ear; it felt like warm sunshine on

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

“Theodore, why

she thought about it,

and see you get hurt.” He caressed her head

as she stared

that happened between them replayed in her head

man always like this, making her feel hopeless