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."

Rosalie was slightly peeved. He was clearly trying to torture

her baby. Rosalie couldn't care less anymore. Out of spite, she marched to the

the door

of? Since that man didn't find it disgusting, why should she be scared? After using the toilet, Rosalie laid back down on the bed, covered her head with the blanket and wrapped herself tight in it, wallowing in

the floor was filled with torn up pieces of paper. Everyone had their heads lowered,

was held hostage, but when they arrived at the place, they found all

have taken Rosalie away, and they haven't

clues! Why am I

even went to check on

Pel

of use to them. No fingerprints were found at the scene, too. It was as if the person who took Rosalie away had vanished into thin air,

this person was very

Yuvan approached Theodore cautiously.

Theodore. Yuvan didn't dare to say much and he didn't dare to tell Theodore about it,

Theodore gave

to breathe a word. The air in the room was