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."

In her anxiety, Cynthia's grip tightened over the blanket. Each time she saw him, she would be shrouded in anxiety despite their relationship as

and mask. Until now, she

you doing here?"

See how miserable you look now,

but was tinged with

from her face. “Don't bother putting on an act. I don't believe that you care so much about

forward, and

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

you've already found it? If he's alive, just kill him and give me his heart need the surgery. I need to get well as soon

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

as they turned cold. "Seems

be patient? Didn't you say that you'll work with me? Are you still up to it

the bed and pulled out a syringe and a

the liquid in, and then injecting it into

widened