Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 591



Rosalie said it resolutely, leaving no room for negotiation.

Christopher nodded. "Alright. Thanks for your trust in me, Rose. I'll give you a clear answer in time to come, I promise."

The two of them were so engrossed in conversation that they didn't notice Sebastian hiding around the corner. Shock and disbelief registered in his eyes as his countenance turned grimmer by the second.

His fingers gripped the metal pieces on the decorative wall he was hiding behind, and he tugged them hard.

Blood started seeping from his palm.

Rosalie returned to the hall, but couldn't find Sebastian there. She was about to look for him, when she heard someone behind her.

"Rose."

"Seb," Rosalie said, stepping forward. "Where..."

She was about to ask him where he went, when she noticed that his palm was bleeding.

"Seb, why is your hand injured?" she exclaimed, panicked.

he flashed her a smile. “It was my mistake. I was clumsy, and accidentally broke

wrist. "Seb, come with me. I'll treat

being careless, she quickly got him to sit down before turning around to find a

panic and worry on Rosalie's face, and feelings of tenderness flashed past the depths of his heart. Very soon, however, his brows arched as his face turned cold and dark, like the chilling wind in a wintery

back, she had a first-aid kit in hand. She deftly

as he stared at

truth

pregnant with someone

the very least, had she betrayed him, he had a

turned out to be

lost his memory, and forgot

someone else that she would

think the woman he

believed

lover

feelin

all fake. His and emotions were nothing but a pitiful joke.

He was a clown and everyone was looking at him like he was a pitiful worm, acting along with

his beloved woman was