Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 220

Chapter 220

Theodore had always been strong. Even though Rosalie felt tired in his arms, she couldn’t see any signs of fatigue on his face.

After a while, his gaze shifted away from her face, and he carried her away. He carried her all the way back to their room, laying her roughly on the bed. Though his actions were a bit harsh, the bed was soft, and she didn’t feel uncomfortable.

However, from his demeanor, she knew he was angry.

Theodore was still in his suit; a few buttons of his shirt undone, revealing his strong chest. He stood with his hands on his hips, glaring coldly at Rosalie on the bed.

He wanted to say something to her, but seeing her panicked face and clutching the blanket, he gritted his teeth and dropped his hands. Then, he impatiently threw his jacket aside.

Rosalie wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, adopting a defensive posture.

They were getting divorced tomorrow, but Theodore had brought her back to their shared bedroom. Was he planning to spend the night here?

She didn’t want to engage in any sentimental last–night embraces with him. They had gone through too many of those.

Rosalie’s heart raced as the door slammed shut. She hugged the blanket to her chest, trembling

had suddenly dragged her back here. Now,

turned in

time,

the night wore on, she finally felt a wave of sleepiness

off to sleep. Not long after, the door

these, she’d end up with a heart attack. The room’s light flicked

Rosalie caught a whiff of the strong scent

you been drinking

almost

had stomach problems, but he insisted on

the stairs cares if I’m drinking or not?” His icy tone carried a hint of

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