Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 193

It wasn’t until Sebastian bumped into the door that he snapped out of it He smiled awkwardly, and left the room.

After taking a hot shower and drying her hair, Rosalie lay in bed. She tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Her illness had worsened, turning into a cough that grew more intense as the night wore on.

Although she had sipped some hot water, she couldn’t stomach much of it. Wrapped in her blanket, she felt a deep sadness creep over her, perhaps intensified by her sickness.

In a daze, she couldn’t help but replay the images of Theodore and Cynthia together in her mind.

“Theodore, you bastard! I hate you, I hate you!” Rosalie exclaimed, her eyes suddenly snapping open.

She noticed a man by her bedside, and her emotions immediately overwhelmed her. She threw back the covers, sat up, and threw herself into his arms, holding him tightly.

“Theo, why don’t you love me? Why?” she cried.

“What’s wrong with me? Am I not good enough for you? Is it because of my background, or do you think I’m too ugly, or…or is it because my personality is terrible?” she continued, her voice trembling.

me? I can change!”

that much? What’s so great about her? Tell me!” she pleaded, clutching his shirt as tears

sobbing in his embrace, she suddenly remembered something

tell me. You don’t love me. No matter how much I change, you won’t love me. If you only love me when

you’ve made me feel so low, even inferior. I’m ashamed

think like

I don’t want to feel inferior because of you anymore. But what should I do? I can’t help but feel sad. I can’t control myself. Why

arms, gently wiping away her tears. “It’s not that you’re useless. Loving someone can make you blind. Some emotions are just uncontrollable. You’re not alone in feeling this way.” “Really?” Rosalie asked

them, and even lose yourself for them. Love is beautiful, but it’s also full of blindness and pain. Once you’re in love, no one can escape it,” he

about you? Have you ever loved me–even for a few minutes or even for a few seconds?” Rosalie asked, holding him tightly

“I love…”

don’t answer me,” Rosalie interrupted, clutching him tighter, “I don’t want you to tell me. I don’t want to