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 that critical moment and rush to

was feeling utterly disappointed

her so self–sacrificially by blocking the attack with his own body. He disregarded the

more worried about her.

man before her, struggling between feelings of love and hate for him.

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

he speak too

very emotional. She hurriedly wiped the tears on her face away, and said, “I was just…. scared that something might happen to

man had been holding a knife, or an even more aggressive weapon instead of a vase? What would she do,

had blown over, Rosalie still felt remnant fear pulsing through

he would a child. He rubbed her back gently,

sounded in her ear; it felt like warm sunshine on a winter day, bringing inexplicable

recently never happened before. He doted on her,

from his arms. “Theodore, why did

it, the more

stand idly by and see you get hurt.” He

red as she stared at the man before

between them replayed

like this, making her