Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 242

Theodore clutched the pillow beneath him, his brows furrowing. “Why are you here?”

At first, he thought he was imagining things. How could Anthony’s hands feel like a woman’s? It all felt surreal, as though the pain had triggered hallucinations.

Sensing the woman behind him wasn’t responding, Theodore let out at wry smile. Of course, it was just his imagination. There was no way she would be here; she was probably with Sebastian right now.

Realizing it was a hallucination, Theodore stopped talking.

Just as the person behind him finished applying the medicine, a

woman’s voice broke the silence.

“All done. Let me wrap your wounds with some gauze. Sit up for a

moment.”

Theodore froze, enduring the pain as he quickly sat up and turned to see the woman behind him.

Rosalie was wearing a light yellow dress, her hair styled in a bun–she looked very sweet and innocent. If she went to a high school, people might mistake her for a student.

stunned. “Why are

before. I came to get the rest, and

sounded

came

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she was worried about

himself inwardly for overthinking. Rosalie wasn’t here for

That was all.

to see me?” Theodore said, almost pouting as

I know what you told her, and I know

you.”

she here to pack her things, or did she know he was beaten and

check

you had left when I did yesterday, you wouldn’t

a hint of

He had gone in to speak up for her and got beaten for

enough to Grandma. Now that I’ve finally done something respectful, you’re

did I ever say you

Grandma?”

like that. She

it!

never said it,