Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 205

Rosalie gritted her teeth, and her hands started trembling. She was smiling, yet her eyes began welling up with tears. She quickly arranged the flowers and put down the scissors, not bothering herself with her final outcome of her arrangement.

*I'll head home now and prepare for the divorce tomorrow."

"You don't need to go home," Sebastian said, sensing how upset she was. He didn't feel good letting her go back home, where she was bound to be alone.

Even if Theodore was there, he would probably be nasty to her.

"He said he'll be bringing the resident register to the clerk's office. You don't need to go home. I'll take you there tomorrow. It's not far from here."

*That's not such a great idea," Rosalie said with a forced smile.

She couldn't bring herself to smile genuinely.

Sebastian strongly believed that Theodore wasn't worthy of Rosalie's love. Still, he also knew that love is blind, and that true love wasn't based on how

deep breath, and said, "You're right. He's not worth it. In

nauseous. She clapped a hand over her mouth and rushed upstairs. Sebastian followed

throwing up almost everything she just

outside the door of the washroom, not daring to

long time as she vomited until she almost went out of breath.

edge of the counter to steady herself. She began washing up and rinsing her face, forcing herself to remain alert. Tears

stared miserably at herself in the mirror. Her knees finally gave way, and

her tightly in his embrace. Concerned, he said,

inch-as if her soul had been sucked out of her. Sebastian hauled her up in his arms, returned to her bedroom,

please talk to me.