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.

of that ever mattered. What mattered was from Theodore’s perspective, he loved Cynthia. Rosalie was just a clown–a mistress who occupied

didn’t want any more hope. She wouldn’t be a fool ever

tears from her face. She got

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from the wardrobe, and left

to the hospital, he

to fall. When Theodore arrived at the hospital, he parked the car and rushed into the hospital in the rain. Rosalie followed

was being wheeled out by medical staff from the bed, ready to be taken

Theodore rushed to the bedside, soaked, and grabbed her

we need to take Ms.

to catch her breath. When she saw Theodore, her

her treatment, Theodore let go of her hand.

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

out to