Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 555



Theodore looked like a lost child, his eyes watery and pitiful.

"Are you so drunk you've forgotten? We're not married anymore," Rosalie said.

He couldn't behave as he used to. And she certainly couldn't, either.

Theodore released her hand, his brow furrowing as he struggled to stand up from the chair, clutching his stomach and doubling over in pain.

Rosalie rushed forward to support him. "I'll take you to the hospital."

Theodore stubbornly shook off her hand. "No."

"Why not?"

"No reason. I just don't want to go."

"Theo, stop being so stubborn," Rosalie said, frowning. "Look at you now."

"What's wrong with me?" Theodore turned his head, a sarcastic smile on his pale face. "It's just stomach pain."

have a stomach problem, but you drank so much. Are

even take care of his own body, doing things he knew would hurt him. It

to stand straight, a mocking smile

you bringing up my health? I'm

you. My pain is obvious, but you're

Rosalie said, exhaustion creeping into her voice. "Are you going to the hospital or not? If

He drank so much and acted out, and he was now complaining of stomach pain and asking for hugs. She felt that he was annoying, acting

want to live anyway," Theodore nearly shouted. "Go on. Leave. Don't worry about me. Just

pushed her away

kept walking forward. She then turned around.

said you were leaving,

a bang, Theodore slammed

the door. "Theodore, open the

go! Aren't you sick of me? Then

of control. Whatever he

the door. I need to drive you home. We didn't bring a

can get home myself. Take the car and go,"

here, what would happen if he caused