Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 437



Theodore's words sent Rosalie spiraling in shock. She stared at him wide-eyed, as if time had come to a stand-still.

Very soon, she snapped out of her daze. A strong sense of irony took over.

"Theodore Spencer. Do you mean to say that everything that has happened has nothing to do with you and Cynthia, but it's all because you thought I don't love you? That you let me go as an act of compassion, so I could be happy? Is that it?"

Her words sounded laughable even to herself, but it seemed to be exactly what Theodore meant.

Theodore suddenly leaned in closer, his voice hoarse with sorrow. "If I say yes, can you tell me if you ever loved me?"

Rosalie laughed bitterly. "We're coming back full circle once more. You asked me if I ever loved you, but does that change anything? If I say that I never loved you, will you just blame everything on me? If I say that I do, will you cut things off with Cynthia?"

"I can!" Theodore proclaimed loudly and resolutely.

quiet. Everything froze, and even Theodore seemed to freeze in

moment he said he could. There seemed to a black hole sucking in

momentary loss of sense of reality made everything feel like a dream. Her erratic heartbeat,

leaning in close to her, the fire in his eyes

lump in her throat, as she spat out, "What did

shoulder to lightly pinch her chin. He tilted her head up and looked straight into her eyes, his voice heavy

me, even if just a little

by his suggestion. "Do you know what on earth

Theodore's eyes

he went