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.”

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

was feeling

the attack with his own body. He disregarded the wound on

more worried about her.

feelings of love and hate for him. She

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

speak too harshly and frighten

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

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

over, Rosalie still felt remnant

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 of

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

felt as though they were still a loving couple, and all those terrible. things that happened recently never happened before. He doted

arms. “Theodore, why did you rush to

it, the more

my wife. I can’t just stand idly by and see you get hurt.” He caressed her head in a doting fashion.

as she

that happened between them replayed

this man always like this, making