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."

anxiety, Cynthia's grip tightened over the blanket. Each time

hat and mask. Until now, she had no idea what he

doing

miserable you look now, with those tears down your

was gentle, but was tinged

face. “Don't bother putting on an act. I don't believe that you

stepped forward, and

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

give me his heart need the surgery.

anything else at all except for killing Rosalie. As long as she was dead, Theodore would

as they turned cold. "Seems like

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

bed and pulled out a syringe and

liquid in, and

are you doing?" she asked with widened eyes. "What did you inject