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.”

didn’t expect Theodore to be the one to appear at that critical moment and

was feeling utterly disappointed with him,

by blocking the attack with his own body. He disregarded the

more worried about her.

man before her, struggling between feelings of love and hate for

in his hands and wiping the tears from her face with his thumbs. “Why are

speak too harshly and frighten

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

blocked the attack 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 said, “It’s all over. I’m fine, and it’s just a superficial wound. It’ll close up in a

like warm sunshine on a winter day, bringing inexplicable warmth

happened recently never happened

his arms. “Theodore, why did you rush to protect me? What if the man was

about it, the more frightened

wife. I can’t just stand idly by and see you get hurt.” He caressed her head in a doting fashion. “No matter what

red as she stared at the man

everything that happened between them replayed in her head like a

this man always like this, making her feel hopeless