Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 388



"Theodore Spencer, how could you treat me like this? How could you?! Didn't you say that you wanted to marry me? What do you mean by this text? You're too much! You must be throwing me aside now that I'm sick!"

She received Theodore's call, which woke her up in the middle of the night, but she felt very glad instead of getting angry.

He had contacted her, probably because he had thought of her in the deep of the night.

To her utter surprise, he was intending to call Rosalie but had dialed the wrong number.

He was thinking of Rosalie even when drunk, and even sent an outrageous text like that to her.

"Theodore Spencer! You said that you'd marry me! No-I have to find you right now and get to the bottom of this."

Cynthia was very agitated, and wanted to pluck out the needle in her arm.

Suddenly, the door was opened. A tall, towering figure marched in, slamming the door shut and locking it from the inside.

Cynthia jumped with fright before she had a chance to pluck out the needle. "Who are you?"

"You don't recognize me?" The man's voice was cold and hard. "I'm your brother."

time she saw him, she would be shrouded in anxiety despite their relationship

hat and mask. Until now, she had

doing here?" she asked

See how miserable you look now, with those

voice was gentle, but was tinged

an act. I don't believe that you care so

forward,

not, we're in the same boat. Thankfully, I came just in time. It'd be bad if you torture

give me his

killing Rosalie. As long as she was dead, Theodore would be hers and

narrowed as they turned cold. "Seems like

expect me to be patient? Didn't you say that you'll work with

a syringe and a vial of transparent liquid of around 5 ml

liquid in, and then injecting it into her

with widened eyes. "What did you inject