Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 258

“Let me help you,” Rosalie said, as she made a move to unbutton his

shirt.

“No.” Theodore held her hand, and said firmly, “I can do it myself. I’m sure I can do something so simple myself.”

He lifted his arm with difficulty, and touched the first button. However, his fingers trembled non–stop, and he couldn’t unbutton the first button no matter how long he tried. Eventually, his arms slumped

weakly back to side again.

He gritted his teeth, and stubbornly raised his arm in an attempt to unbutton his shirt again.

Rosalie’s heart broke as she grabbed his hand. “Let me help you,

please. You’re injured, and it’s normal that you can’t do such things by yourself. Don’t be embarrassed. It’s not like I’ve never seen you shirtless, anyway.”

They had known each other for so long, and had been intimate during their marriage. What was the point in maintaining such boundaries at

a time like this?

let go of the button. He nodded and turned his head

so broken–hearted, she almost

embrace and comfort him.

was unable to unbutton his own shirt. It was heart–wrenching to

undo the buttons on his shirt, one by one.

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couldn’t help but blush each time she saw

his shirt hid a well–built and

himself fit, no matter how busy he was. His body was of perfect proportions–even those with OCD

her forehead, which in turn hastened her own breathing

shirt off him and

injuries on a man’s body had the effect of adding to his masculinity. Heat emanated from

and turned her face

time for us to

and scooped his food up with some

his head and bent over, and suddenly furrowed his brows in pain, as

“Oh…”

dropped and hit the edge of the bowl, falling