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.

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

Rosalie didn’t want any more

the tears from her face. She got up from

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a coat from the wardrobe, and left the

drove to the hospital, he didn’t notice Rosalie following

arrived at the hospital, he parked the car and rushed into

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

to the bedside, soaked,

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barely able to catch her breath. When

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

continue pushing the bed forward,

out