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?

of the button. He nodded and turned his head away weakly, a helpless look on

she almost

embrace and comfort him.

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

toward her and help him undo the buttons on his

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each time she saw him

his shirt hid a well–built and muscular

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

which in turn hastened her own breathing and

peeled his shirt off him

body, wrapped up in bandages, somehow looked wild and savage. Strangely, injuries on a man’s body had the effect of adding to his masculinity. Heat emanated from

took a deep breath and turned her

it’s time for us to eat.

and scooped his

his brows in pain, as if he had tugged on his

“Oh…”

of the bowl, falling on the