Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 377



Rosalie was panicking, and she needed a few minutes to compose herself before carefully peeking through the curtains again and looking downstairs. She saw Theodore still standing in the same spot downstairs, looking up as if he'd seen her.

Rosalie was like a deer in the headlights as she closed the curtains once more.

Will he come upstairs?

After pondering for a moment, she pulled out her phone and dialed his number.

She had blocked Theodore, and while Theodore couldn't reach her, she could reach him if he didn't block her.

The call went through, a sign that Theodore didn't do so.

A few seconds later, his deep voice sounded through the phone. "Hey."

"Theodore Spencer, you're a stalker! How dare you follow me home!"

you sure this is your

decide where

I just somehow tagged along," Theodore said leisurely. There was no panic in his voice as he went on calmly, "If you don't

and leave, and don't ever come again. I don't want to

wasn't enough to relieve

her head. Her vision became blurry, and even the lights in her room looked hazy. "Theodore Spencer," Rosalie squeezed out from her

Theodore asked, as if she was asking the impossible

was in fact something that Rosalie had

eyes, and said

our memories just because of a failed marriage between

зло

felt numb at the same time when she heard Theodore's words. It sounded like it was her fault once again, and

exactly what I said. I've learned too much from this failed marriage. It made me understand that a decade means nothing. With no love, even a hundred years mean nothing-not to mention