Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 222

Rosalie gently rubbed her fingertip over that shallow scar, feeling at pang in her heart. Involuntarily, she recalled the chaotic scene whent he had rushed forward without hesitation.

She couldn’t forget how Theodore had hurt hor, but neither could she forget his kindness. The mixture of good and bad was undoubtedly. painful and confusing.

She would rather blindly remember his goodness and forget the bad, or only recall his faults and become extremely angry. But she couldn’t be that simple, nor could she be extreme.

She was stuck in the middle, stuck remembering both his good and bad deeds. So, she consistently wavered without a firm stance.

In the end, she was the one who would get hurt the most.

Theodore grabbed her hand, seeing the sadness in her eyes. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, a suffocating despair.

It seemed like he had indeed fallen into despair, his

Didn’t she say she didn’t love him? Wasn’t she unhappy with their marriage and fed up with it for a

so, why was she looking at him with such reluctance? Moreover,

It was absurd.

reassure himself, thinking that

she had still gone to Sebastian’s place.

his eyes. He kissed her lips fiercely, as if venting his anger. There was

numb. She tried to push him away,

them above her head. It went on

up struggling. She let her hands go limp, allowing

now that she had stopped struggling, he

indifferent gaze, he clenched his fists. The anger. in his