Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 439



Rosalie had never seen Theodore in such a crazed state. He was like a madman in a state of delirium, yet the emotions in his eyes looked so raw and genuine.

"I don't understand, I really don't. Why are you doing this? You think I don't love you, but have you loved me over these ten years? Have you ever..." "I love you!" Theodore yelled at the top of his voice.

Hot, scalding tears trickled down his cheeks. He dragged Rosalie into his arms, wishing he could fold her into his body and become one with her. "How could I not? I never wanted to treat you like a sister! I didn't mean that one bit! You're my wife. Why wouldn't I love my wife?"

He closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of her body and smelling the comforting scent of her hair. He loved her smell, and hadn't hugged her or been so close to her since they were divorced.

He wanted to hug her like this till the end of time. He really missed her, so much that he almost went mad.

That was why he came looking for her.

He couldn't hold himself back any longer.

Rosalie's tears gushed forth like waters bursting through a dam. She cried so hard as she clenched her fists, punching him on his shoulders and back.

"Theodore Spencer, you bastard!"

a man she loved for a decade and in turn hurt her so much, was now telling her that

How laughable!

and went on bitterly, "Not only am I a bastard, but

like this? Do you know how much it took me to walk out of the pain you caused me? And now,

love between us. Ten years! Tell me that you love

bled. Large drops of tears fell from

Theo. It's

for him to be saying

not! I'm right

in his hands, closed his eyes,

blank. She had desired his kiss and his touch so bad in the past-but now, all he gave her was

to push him away. However, he pressed her against the wall