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?

the button. He nodded and turned his head away

she almost wanted to

embrace and comfort him.

a helpless little boy who was unable to unbutton his own shirt. It was heart–wrenching to

turned his body toward her and help him undo the buttons on his shirt, one by one. Despite having been

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each time she saw

a well–built and muscular

never neglected keeping himself fit, no matter how busy he was. His body was of perfect proportions–even those

chest heaved; she could feel his breath on her forehead, which in turn

shirt off him and put it

body, wrapped up in bandages, somehow looked wild and savage. Strangely, injuries on a man’s body had

a deep breath and turned her face

for us to eat. The food’s turning

spoon weakly, and scooped his food

and suddenly furrowed his brows in pain, as if he had tugged on

“Oh…”

edge of the bowl, falling on