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.

now on. I hope to be in good relations with the Zeller family. No matter how much you dislike me, don't forget that I'm still a member

a smug look on her face belonging to someone hiding behind someone

at the clock, noting that it was about time for her to walk down the

hem of

going to look

out when his assistant approached him. "Mr. Spencer, a woman claiming to be Ms. Young's

Theodore's brows furrowed.

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

see her? Or should I get someone to

Rosalie previously, and didn't have any good feelings toward that woman. But since she was here today looking for him, it definitely

Laila came over,

her from head to toe. "What do you

her mask, revealing the swollen

his brows.