Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 383



The night was quiet. A black SUV was parked in a dark, hidden corner.

Yerick sat in the driver's seat, wearing a black jacket and a hat, as he pulled out his phone from his pocket. He received a notification that Rosalie had added him on social media.

Yerick didn't immediately accept her request. Instead, he put his phone aside and arched his brow, a cold smirk on his lips.

His innocent expression just moments ago had vanished without a trace. Rather, he looked as though he was possessed by a demon.

In the middle of the night, it started raining heavily.

Sydney was sound asleep on her bed. Suddenly, she heard her doorbell ringing. She immediately sat up on her bed.

Who could it be at this hour? Was Wesley here to bother her again?

She got out of bed, and walked cautiously to the door. When she saw the person through the screen, she immediately opened the door in shock. Theodore was standing outside, his jacket wide open, his tie in disarray and thoroughly drenched.

His face was pale, and his eyes were bloodshot. He stared at Sydney with an empty look in his eyes, and asked hoarsely, "Mom, what time is it?" Sydney smelled a strong stench of alcohol. It was so strong, she couldn't bear to imagine how much he had drunk.

looked to his left and right, his dazed gaze like that of

place. This isn't my house. Where did Rose

leave

turned around. "Do

"Aren't you looking for Rose? Come on in. I know where

Theodore smiled. "Really?"

said as she

and in a daze, she had no idea how he even made it here. If she were to let him go, something untoward might happen

forward, and held

and

her might and strength to drag him into her house. With a plop, she

she finally managed to do so, she was panting, with beads of

himself so drunk in the middle

through the windows, billowing the curtains and making the air colder.