Chasing My Pregnant Wife



Time flew by, and before long, it was time for Sebastian's discharge. After spending about twenty-five days in the hospital, his recovery was progressing well, and he only needed to focus on resting.

During this period, Rosalie hadn't seen Theodore at all. It was as if things were completely over, and there was nothing left between them. In a way, it wasn't all bad.

Back at the Carter Residence, Sebastian found comfort in the familiar surroundings. Although he vaguely remembered some things, the memories remained fragmented.

Now that he could move around freely and live a normal life, his spirits had lifted significantly.

That evening, after a bath, Sebastian returned to his room. He saw Rosalie making the bed.

Hearing his footsteps, she turned and said, "Seb, the bed's ready. Come over and rest."

She patted the bed's edge, and then straightened up. As she turned to leave, he suddenly pulled her into a hug and leaned in, wanting to kiss her. Rosalie was startled and quickly turned her face away, pushing hard against his chest. "Seb, what are you doing?"

slightly in confusion. "We're

pushing him away and stepping back

what's wrong? Did I do something

you're still recovering and should be resting. It's late. You should sleep, and

forward and took her hand firmly.

back at him. "Seb, you

to sleep with you," Sebastian said, grabbing her shoulders and turning her to face him. "Why are you so scared

asked the doctor," he said. "Before I was discharged, I asked if we could be

as it wasn't

we were close. Don't you want that?"

even if the doctor said it's okay, we still need to be cautious. After all you had a

me?" Sebastian's tone turned serious. "Is it really just about your concerns for