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."

you have a stomach problem, but you drank so

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

to stand straight, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Did you follow my advice and get

are you bringing up my health?

don't believe you. My pain is obvious,

said, exhaustion creeping into her voice. "Are you going to the hospital or not? If you don't go, I'm done with you. If you want to be in

out, and he was now complaining of stomach pain and asking for hugs.

I don't want to live anyway," Theodore nearly shouted. "Go on. Leave. Don't worry

her

walking forward. She then

you were leaving,

Theodore slammed the

the door. "Theodore, open the

so go! Aren't you sick of

control. Whatever he did now

open the door. I need to drive you home. We

home myself. Take the car and go," Theodore replied

would happen if he caused more