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.”

as they fell down her cheeks. She didn’t expect Theodore to be the one to

when she was feeling utterly disappointed with him,

attack with his own body. He disregarded the wound

more worried about her.

struggling between feelings of love and hate for

on the bed, tenderly cupping her face in his

speak too harshly and

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

her. What if the middle–aged man had been holding a knife, or an even more aggressive weapon instead of a vase? What would

still

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

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

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

stood up from his arms. “Theodore,

it,

hurt.” He caressed

eyes grew red as she stared at the

happened between them replayed in

like