Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 307



Cynthia cried hysterically, to the point it was tragic. She held onto Theodore's arms tightly, pressing against his injured back.

Theodore frowned, and let out a muffled groan. Cynthia, in her intense crying, didn't hear his discomfort.

"Theo, forgive me. I'm sorry. I won't say such things again. I'll wait patiently, even if I can't get a heart. Please forgive me this time, I'm begging you!" Suddenly, she clutched her chest. It was hard for her to breathe, and she fainted in Theodore's arms.

"Cindy!" Theodore grabbed her chin and shook her face, then turned and shouted, "Doctor!"

The doctors worked hard to save Cynthia. Later, she was too weak to cry anymore, so she just lay quietly on the bed.

The medical monitor beeped steadily. Theodore stood by the bedside, sighing helplessly.

He had indeed said some harsh things, but considering her situation-so young and facing death-it was understandable that she would be afraid and therefore spoke without thinking.

Cynthia slowly opened her eyes. "Theo."

Theodore stepped forward, and bent down. "Rest well. Don't think too much and relax."

blame me? If... If you do, then don't save me next time and just let me go. I don't want to

give me that nonsense," Theodore said sternly. "You still have a long life ahead. As long as

the wrong thing or harbored evil thoughts

was busy blaming Cynthia for

forgot that

once had a fleeting thought

one was a saint. If she hadn't acted on it

a sigh of relief. "Thank you. I won't say such

her. "Just rest and

obediently. "Okay, I'll listen to

ways. Even if she accidentally said the wrong thing,

man feel sorry for

handkerchief from his suit pocket, and

not feeling well?" Cynthia