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.”

her cheeks. She didn’t expect Theodore to

was feeling utterly disappointed with

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

more worried about her.

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

bed, tenderly cupping her face in his hands and wiping the

he speak too harshly

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

What if the middle–aged man had been holding

blown over, Rosalie still felt remnant fear

cry now,” Theodore said. He 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 a matter

her ear; it felt like warm sunshine on a winter

loving couple, and all those terrible. things that happened recently never

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

she thought about it, the more

and see you get hurt.” He

eyes grew red as she stared at

them replayed

was this man always like this, making her feel