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

didn’t want any more hope. She wouldn’t

wiped the tears from her face.

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coat from the wardrobe, and

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

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

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

the bedside, soaked, and

we need to take Ms. Zeller to

barely able to catch her

let go of her hand. “Cindy, you’ll be okay. I’ll

continue pushing the bed forward, Cynthia suddenly grabbed the

reached out to Theodore.