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.

“Why are you

her chin slightly and said, “I didn’t finish packing my things before. I came to get the rest, and I

explanation sounded a

came to pack

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thought she was worried about him; but now,

inwardly for overthinking. Rosalie wasn’t here for him, she was here to pack her

That was all.

ahead and pack your stuff. Why come to see me?” Theodore

you told her, and

you.”

really?” Theodore turned his head slightly. Was she here to pack her things, or

to check on

when I did yesterday, you wouldn’t have gotten

carried a

gone in to speak up for her and got beaten for it, and now, she was blaming

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

I ever say you

Grandma?”

never said anything like that. She had never even

it!

it, but