Chasing My Pregnant Wife

"Alright, Grandma, I understand."

"Good. Then you can get back to your work. I won't disturb you any longer."

"Goodbye, Grandma."

Theodore blankly hung up the phone. He weakly leaned against the headboard, his gaze vacant.

The Spencers all cared so much about Rosalie. It was fine, because he cared about Rosalie too.

But she didn't care about him.

Rosalie cared about everyone-except for him.

He was the one who made foolish mistakes and lost her. He was now facing the consequences. What right did he have to complain?

to her few months with Sebastian. That was the difference. She had really fallen for Sebastian. Otherwise, why

Sebastian was despicable, but he would take good care of Rosalie because his love for her was real. What use was there for Theodore now? Theodore looked

out of bed, and stumbled toward the beam of light, arriving at the window. With a

towering in the forest, their treetops swaying gently in the breeze. Leaves fell gracefully to the ground, unhurried and elegant. The whole

leg and stood on the windowsill, overlooking

It was truly beautiful. Dying amidst

wanted him dead, then he would die. This way,

take good care of her. She no longer needed

on

about the moments

they experienced together went far beyond being just "childhood sweethearts." All the good and bad, the joys and sorrows-they had shared countless

and take her hiking. When she

would snuggle in his arms, sleeping

would stay still even if his body was numb, all just because he didn't want to