Chasing My Pregnant Wife



After a few seconds, Rosalie looked up and said, "Mom, I'll go take a nap."

She was just too tired.

"Sleep after breakfast," Sydney said as she served up the last plate of food. "It'll just take a few minutes. You might not be hungry, but your baby certainly is."

Rosalie nodded.

"All right then," she acquiesced.

She looked down, and rubbed her belly. "I'm sorry, baby. I stayed up last night, and I'm sure you didn't rest well, too. I'll rest later, okay?"

Sydney saw the bleary look on Rosalie's face, and found it rather adorable.

From the sound of their conversation just now, Rosalie and Theodore looked just like a married couple having a tiff. Despite the heated words, their relationship looked great. No one would have guessed that they were divorced.

Had they known, they would surely be confused as to why they would be divorced despite their great relationship.

It felt strange, however. They were already divorced, but Theodore seemed to be bugging Rosalie incessantly.

was a scumbag, and so was he.

Sydney smiled helplessly.

had to feel the pain before

her room, collapsed on the bed, and fell into a deep

up not being able to sleep at night, so she set an alarm that would

kitchen, Sydney headed to her home office and saw that the documents were already neatly packed

She mumbled to herself, "She's so patient and detailed, she managed to identify

her phone, and dialed

application

an hour later, the

dark with displeasure, through the

thought they would only meet a few days later. She didn't expect

Ding, dong!

He seemed irritated.

her shirt

was she feeling so nervous? She was

dryly and

expressionless. "Why, if it isn't Mr. Spencer. What are

to see Rose. Where

resting. What do