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.”

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

when she was feeling utterly disappointed with him,

his own body. He disregarded the

more worried about her.

before her, struggling between feelings of love and hate for

face in his hands and wiping

speak too harshly and

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

blocked the attack for her. What if the middle–aged man had been holding a knife, or an even more aggressive weapon instead of a

over, Rosalie still felt remnant fear pulsing through 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

warm sunshine on a winter

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

away from her face, and stood up from his arms. “Theodore, why did you

about it, the more

hurt.” He caressed her head in a doting fashion.

red as she stared at the man before

between them replayed in her head like a silent

this man always like