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.

was despair, he carefully considered. It seemed like he had indeed fallen

Didn’t she say she didn’t love him? Wasn’t she unhappy

looking at him with such reluctance? Moreover, hadn’t she admitted

It was absurd.

reassure himself, thinking that

to Sebastian’s place. Something might have even happened between

like a raging lion as flames of anger erupted from his eyes. He kissed her lips fiercely, as

numb. She tried to push him

seized her hands and pinned them above her head. It went on for a long

up struggling. She let her hands go limp, allowing him to do

when Rosalie resisted. But now that she had stopped struggling, he suddenly stopped and stared at her blankly in silence for a

Rosalie’s indifferent gaze, he clenched his fists. The anger. in