Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Today was also the day of Theodore's wedding, for which he booked an entire luxury hotel for.

Wedding guests streamed into the hotel non-stop.

Theodore stood silently before a mirror, and looked at his face in it. He looked pale and haggard, completely unlike what a radiant groom should look. He looked more like he was sick.

It was supposed to be his big day, but it looked more like he was attending a funeral.

The stylist left after styling his hair. Theodore sat all alone before the mirror, his eyes glazing over. He pulled out his phone from his pocket and scrolled to Rosalie's photos, looking at each one carefully. From today onward, he would be a married man and couldn't love her so boldly.

Cynthia was wearing a pure white wedding gown in the makeup room. Expensive jewelry sparkled at her neck. She looked at herself in the mirror, and saw how radiant and happy she looked. "Jen, do I look pretty?"

Jennifer glanced at her. "Yes."

She wanted to add, what's the point?

However, Cynthia only cared for her assurance. That was enough.

matter how much you dislike me, don't forget that I'm still a member of the family. What's more, my marriage with Theo can only be beneficial to

and glanced indifferently at Cynthia, who had a smug look on her face belonging to someone hiding behind

that it was about time for her to walk down

of

to

a woman claiming to be Ms. Young's

Theodore's brows furrowed.

Rosalie's aunt, and knew that she wasn't a decent person. Was she here looking for him at

Spencer, do you want to see her? Or should

since she was here today looking for him,

Laila came over,

surveyed her from head to toe. "What do you

mask, revealing the swollen wounds on her

brows. "What happened