Chasing My Pregnant Wife
Chapter 375
Chapter 375
Theodore stood outside Rosalie's building.
Earlier, his bodyguard informed him that she had safely arrived home. He got the address, and came here alone.
So this was Rosalie's new residence. It was a very ordinary neighborhood.
She preferred to move here rather than back to her own home. She didn't want the house that used to belong to both of them anymore.
He guessed that she wouldn't want anything related to him.
'Rose, do you hate our marriage, or do you hate me as a person?' he wondered.
If she only hated the marriage, why was she still so unhappy now that they were divorced? Or was it that she hated him as a person?
Was that why she blocked him? Because she wanted him out of her world?
So, she hated him as a person!
Theodore took out his phone from his pocket. He found Rosalie's number, and typed a message to her.
deleted and
knew Rosalie had blocked him, so she wouldn't receive this message. It was precisely because of this that he dared to send it. It was a message
he looked up at the high-rise building in front
so much, I won't disturb
front
Theodore, a surge of resentment would flood her heart.
lunch had all been vomited out. She vomited until she was dry heaving, as if she was spitting out
completely drained. She flushed the toilet, rinsed her mouth,
her reflection in the mirror, she saw a terrifyingly
hair, along
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dripped onto the
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Rose! Stop it!" she
wiped away her tears, forcing herself to stop--but her tears wer uncontrollable.
"Rose, stop crying!"
She slapped herself hard.
you crying?
you're already divorced, yo
About Chasing My Pregnant Wife - Chapter 375
Chasing My Pregnant Wife is the best current series of the author Novelebook. With the below Chapter 375 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 375 and update the next chapters of this series at novelebook.com