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.”

welling up in her eyes again as they fell down her cheeks. She didn’t expect Theodore to be the one to appear at

was feeling

self–sacrificially by blocking the attack with his own body. He disregarded the wound on his forehead, and was

more worried about her.

between feelings of love and hate for him. She really had no ideal what

tenderly cupping her face in his hands and

speak too harshly

emotional. She hurriedly wiped the tears on her face

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

things had blown over, Rosalie still felt remnant fear pulsing through her

held her face against his 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 in

ear; it felt like warm sunshine on a winter

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

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

about it, the more frightened

can’t just stand idly by and see you get hurt.” He caressed her head in a doting

she

that happened between them replayed in her head like a

this man always like this, making her feel