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

feeling utterly

own body. He disregarded the

more worried about her.

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

her face in his hands and wiping the tears from her face with

he speak too

on her face away, and said,

been holding a knife, or an even more aggressive

blown over, Rosalie still felt remnant fear pulsing through

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

sounded in her ear; it felt like warm sunshine on a winter

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

up from his arms. “Theodore, why

thought about it, the more frightened

He caressed

eyes grew red as she stared at the man before

replayed in her

this man always like this, making her