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.”

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 moment

she was feeling

her so self–sacrificially by blocking the attack with his own body. He disregarded the wound on

more worried about her.

of love and hate for him. She really had no ideal what

in his hands and wiping the tears from

speak too

pregnancy, Rosalie felt very emotional. She hurriedly wiped the tears on her

and blocked the attack for her. What if the middle–aged man had been holding a knife, or an even more

still felt remnant fear pulsing through

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

felt like warm sunshine on a winter day, bringing inexplicable warmth

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

and stood up from his arms. “Theodore, why did you rush to

she thought about it,

idly by and see you get hurt.” He caressed her head in

she stared at the man before

that happened between them replayed in her head like a

like