Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 412



Eight hours ago, at ten in the morning, Theodore was still at Sydney's place. He was lying on Sydney's couch and groggy with sleep.

He slowly opened his eyes. He was having a splitting headache, and was still tightly wrapped up in a blanket. It was even tied up with a rope, as if fearing the blanket might fall off him.

Theodore looked at himself and then his surroundings in a daze. It was a living room that looked unfamiliar to him, but he knew where he was. Memories from last night flooded back in his mind.

He came looking for his mother after getting drunk in the middle of the night... Like a three-year-old, he cried for comfort in his mother's arms, claiming to be bullied by others.

Theodore smacked his forehead hard.

How embarrassing!

He immediately untied the rope around the blanket, flung it aside, and stumbled into the washroom.

After cleaning himself up, he left the washroom, rummaged around his pocket, and searched everywhere before finding his phone hidden in a corner of the couch.

He picked it up, tapped on the screen, and saw multiple missed calls from the hospital. He was probably dead asleep, and didn't hear his phone ringing.

a bad feeling about

party said something which made Theodore's face change. "What did

happened to Cynthia in

cells count. Although the doctor managed to bring it under

the surgery within the week. If she couldn't find a healthy heart donor, her chances of

still had time, but the facts were laid

cry when she saw Theodore

I'm sorry. I've

want me anymore. You wouldn't marry me. I've been waiting, and now, I'm about to die. You said you'd marry me. I'm about to die, and you still haven't fulfilled

doubtfully, "What

message? Don't you

saw the text he sent her last night. He didn't remember

Or, could it be...?

knew what happened. Sydney must