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?"

he frowned slightly in confusion.

away and stepping

what's wrong?

recovering and should be resting. It's late. You should

stepped forward and took her

her tracks, and glanced back at

her to face him. "Why are you so scared of me?" "Seb, I'm not scared of you. I'm just

I asked if we could be

as

so long since we were

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

tone turned serious. "Is it really just about your concerns for my