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.”

She didn’t expect Theodore to be the one to appear at that critical moment

was feeling utterly disappointed with

own body. He disregarded the

more worried about her.

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

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 you

too harshly and frighten

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

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

still

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

gentle, soothing voice sounded in her ear; it felt like warm sunshine on a winter day, bringing inexplicable warmth to her

things that happened recently never happened before. He doted on her, protected her well, and

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

it, the more frightened

stand idly by and see you get hurt.” He caressed her head in a doting fashion. “No matter what happens,

grew red as she stared at the man before

them replayed in her head

always like this,