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

had gotten ugly,

off the bed. Despite her attempts to free herself, she

frowned. “What are

often she had asked him what he was doing whenever he

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

and treated him like a ferocious

Everything I

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

like I’m going to eat you. Even

his chest heaving dramatically. Even from a distance, Rosalie could hear the pounding of his heart. His eyes blazed with such intensity that they could almost set her

nerves on edge. She swallowed

shouldn’t…”

her.“Shouldn’t kiss you, touch you,

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