Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 187

When Theodore heard her words, his face immediately turned cold.

“If you’re not willing to say it, forget it. Maybe next time.”

Theodore turned away coldly.

Just as he reached the doorway, Rosalie suddenly shouted loudly, There won’t be a next time, Theodore Spencer! If you walk out that door today, there will never be a next time!”

At the doorway, his tall figure paused for a moment. Yet, in just two seconds, it left mercilessly.

Rosalie suddenly laughed. She fell to the ground heavily, laughing bitterly through her tears as she clutched the carpet tightly.

Theodore didn’t care about her at all. He only cared about Cynthia!

“Rosalie, you idiot!” Rosalie cried as she slapped herself.

She should have stopped hoping. He would always choose Cynthia. It would never change!

Every time Theodore offered her hope, Rosalie would always foolishly. accept it. Then, she couldn’t help but comfort herself, finding reasons. to forgive him, thinking that he still cared; that he was still a good man in a way.

loved Cynthia. Rosalie was just a clown–a mistress who occupied the position of his

any more

tears from her face. She got

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coat from the wardrobe, and

to the hospital, he

he parked the car and rushed into the hospital in

the door of the ward, Cynthia was being wheeled out by medical staff from the

to the bedside, soaked,

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on the bed, barely able to catch her breath. When she saw Theodore,

of her hand. “Cindy, you’ll be okay. I’ll wait for

the medical staff were about to continue pushing the bed forward, Cynthia suddenly grabbed

out