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."

problem, but you drank so

This man didn't even take care of his own body, doing things he

what about you?" Theodore forced himself to stand straight, a mocking smile playing on his

you bringing up my

pain

hospital or not? If you don't go, I'm done with you. If you want to be in pain, be my

and he was now complaining of stomach

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

pushed her

control her steps and kept walking forward. She then turned around. "Theodore,

said you were leaving,

Theodore slammed the door

the door. "Theodore, open

leave, so go! Aren't you sick of me?

Whatever he did now was

the door. I need to drive you home. We

the car and

left him here, what would happen if he caused more