Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 290



"I'll come along," Rosalie said without hesitation. "Can you send me the address of his office? I'll drive there right away, and we'll meet there." "Let's go together," Yvonne suggested. "I'll drive to your place to pick you up. You're pregnant right now, and the baby's safety is of utmost priority." Rosalie could sense the panic in her chest. It wasn't suitable for her to drive right now.

She bowed her head and caressed her belly. “Alright, then. I'll send you my address. Thank you so much."

Less than half an hour later, a red sports car stopped right downstairs.

Yvonne was decked in a fashionable blue slip dress, her hair down, and wearing a cool pair of shades. She looked captivating and made of money. Rosalie, on the other hand, was very modestly dressed in a beige cotton shirt, jeans, and a pair of white sports shoes. She tied her hair up in a ponytail, and looked just like a high school student in the prime of her youth.

Despite the disparity in their dressing, Rosalie looked as stunning as Yvonne. They were beautiful in their own ways.

Yvonne suddenly realized how pleasant Rosalie looked. She was very beautiful, but not in a way that aroused jealousy in other women.

Rosalie's beauty was non-aggressive and very easygoing, like an older sister who gave others a strong sense of security and comfort. She wielded the magic of making others feel comfortable around her.

No wonder Seb adored her so much!

wrapped an arm around Rosalie's

Yvonne

too much? This is my most low-profile car,"

"Most low-profile?"

such a blindingly vivid shade of red!

and see what's up with Seb. I'm worried sick about him," Yvonne said with concern, pulling her shades off. The tears glistening in Yvonne's eyes made Rosalie nod immediately.

entire office was filled with a cold, deathly

his arms folded in front of his chest and his legs crossed as his

who held a

executive position in Skycrest

him,

looking just like students who failed to complete their homework and were now

were bowed, and none of