Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 221

Rosalie quickly shifted away from him, putting some distance

between them. Her expression was wary as she asked, “What are you doing?”

“You told me to rest, right? This is my room and my bed. Of course I’m going to lie down here!”

The usually dignified man now seemed like a spiteful troublemaker, shameless and unreserved. Strangely, it carried an undeniable allure

about him.

Rosalie had the urge to reprimand him, but she couldn’t find a reason to argue back. It was indeed his home, and she would move out after

the divorce.

“Fine, since this is your room, you sleep here. I’ll leave,” she said.

She would sleep in the guest room. At this point, she didn’t care that tonight was their last night together. Things between her and

ugly,

gripped her wrist tightly as she moved to get off the bed. Despite her attempts to free herself, she found it

“What

often she had asked him what he was doing whenever he

husband, but she treated him like a stranger. Whenever he got close, she seemed to suspect

and treated him

husband. Everything I do is

the bed, pinning her down. His large hand gripped her chin, exerting more and more pressure and almost

I’m going to

shirt and spreading it open, his chest heaving dramatically. Even from a distance, Rosalie could hear the pounding of his

heart pounded furiously, her nerves on edge. She swallowed hard. Uneasy, she said, “We’re getting

shouldn’t…”

Theodore interrupted her.“Shouldn’t kiss you, touch

gripped the bedsheet beneath her, “Exactly. Don’t forget Cynthia’s situation. You promised her you’d