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."

but you drank so

man didn't even take care of his own body, doing things he knew would hurt him.

straight, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Did you follow

you bringing up my health? I'm not feeling

you. My pain is obvious, but you're hiding

or not? If you don't

out, and he was now complaining

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

her away

and kept walking

were leaving, right? Then

Theodore slammed the door

door. "Theodore, open the

You wanted to leave, so go! Aren't you

out of control. Whatever he

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

need you. I can get home myself. Take the car

she left him here, what would