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 Theodore to be the one to appear at that critical

when she was feeling utterly

by blocking the attack with his own body. He

more worried about her.

love and

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

speak too harshly

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 happen to

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

had blown over, Rosalie still

her face against his chest, comforting her as he would a child. He rubbed her back gently, and

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

all those terrible. things that happened recently never happened before. He doted on her, protected

“Theodore, why did you rush

it, the more frightened

and see you get hurt.” He caressed her

grew red as she stared at the man

them replayed in her head

like this, making her feel hopeless