Chasing My Pregnant Wife

It was quite tragic, now that she thought about it. Her ex-husband was marrying another woman, while she found herself a victim of kidnappers.

After a while, Rosalie needed the toilet. After she walked into the washroom, she looked around her and came back out, shutting the door behind her. She didn't dare to go to the washroom, out of fear that there might be a surveillance camera in there.

The moment she stepped out of the washroom, the speaker sounded once more. "Worried that I have surveillance cameras installed in the washroom?"

Rosalie didn't reply to him, but her silence betrayed what she was thinking.

"Hold it in if you don't want to go."

"Do you have surveillance cameras installed in the washroom or not?" Rosalie said, annoyed.

This damn pervert.

"I don't know, either. I forgot. You can choose not to go if you're not worried."

He

she could hold it in, doing so wasn't good for her baby. Rosalie couldn't care less anymore. Out of spite, she

slammed the door

there to be scared of? Since that man didn't find it disgusting, why should she be scared? After using the toilet, Rosalie laid back down on

floor was filled with torn up pieces

find where Rosalie was held hostage, but when they arrived at the place, they found all the thugs dead and Rosalie was still nowhere

must have taken Rosalie away, and they haven't

Why am I even paying all of you

to check on

Pel

found at the scene, too. It was as if the person who took

that this person

Yuvan approached Theodore cautiously.

Yuvan didn't dare to say much and he didn't dare to tell Theodore about it, either. Theodore was furious right now and probably not in the mood to

was clearly more important, since Theodore gave

air in the room was