Chasing My Pregnant Wife
Chapter 385
Chapter 385
"I'm going home. It's getting late, she'll get worried if I go back home late."
"Who will get worried?" Sydney asked. She sighed loudly, and shook her head helplessly.
"Mom, I've got to call Rose and tell her that I'm at... I'm with my mom. I can't let her have the wrong idea."
Theodore pulled his phone out of his pocket, and scrolled to Rosalie's number.
Rosalie's number was the first on Theodore's list of contacts. He specifically added a letter 'A' in front of Rosalie's name so she would be listed as the first contact.
He was so drunk, he couldn't see the words on the screen clearly. He scrolled up and down and clicked randomly on the screen, but realized he pressed on the wrong number.
When he called the number, he put the phone to his ear.
An agitated voice sounded through the phone. "Theo, it's so late. What's the matter? Are you missing me?"
Theodore found it strange to hear this voice. He looked at his screen, and saw the name reflected on it.
How did "Rose" turn into "Cynthia"?
his
up Rose's phone? Are
confused. "Theo, what are
Give Rose her phone back. Don't just answer her calls, she'll get mad. You're being rude like this.” Theodore's voice was filled
you right now?" Sydney could stand it any
what are you
with furrowed
"I'm
She'll get
Rose,
you called Cynthia, you
and make him take a good look which number he actually called just
was nearer the
a daze that he somehow scrolled to the end
forehead.
phone back, wanting to call Rosalie. Just then, Cynthia
and grabbed the phone immediately. The text was mushy and
if you're in a
to me. I'll be
About Chasing My Pregnant Wife - Chapter 385
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