Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Yvonne drove to the address Rosalie had given her, which was a high-end private hospital.

By the time they arrived, visiting hours were over. When Rosalie tried to go to Theodore's ward, a nurse stopped her and wouldn't let her in.

Rosalie had no choice but to call Sydney, who then contacted the hospital to allow Rosalie to enter. After receiving Sydney's call, the nurse no longer stopped Rosalie.

After much hassle, Rosalie finally reached the door to Theodore's ward. She took a deep breath, feeling incredibly nervous.

Seeing Rosalie's worried and fearful expression, Yvonne asked, "Do you want me to knock for you?"

"No, I'll do it myself."

Yvonne nodded, and pushed her wheelchair forward.

Rosalie gathered her courage, and gently knocked on the door. Theodore was right inside, just one door away from her. Rosalie's heart raced.

There was no response. Could it be that Theodore had already fallen asleep? Should she not disturb him right now? But she had already come all this way, and she couldn't just leave. "Rose, what's wrong? If you're too scared, I can take you back now. You can come see him once you've recovered."

shook her

her eyes. After composing herself,

"Theo, it's me."

to

There's something I want to

there was still

the first place. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been avoiding her. Rosalie began to worry. Would her sudden visit upset Theodore? He

come. But now, standing

conflicting feelings-one of wanting desperately to see him, and the other of fearing she might disturb

angry with me, and I can't argue against that. I just want to say I'm sorry. I don't expect you to forgive me. Theo, will you please let me in? I'm begging

as tears began to fall from her eyes. "I'm sorry, Theo. I'm really sorry. I know it's my fault. I was in so much pain at the time, and no matter who I chose, it

summoned all her courage and said, "Theo, I'm sorry. I've been keeping something from you all this time. I'm pregnant. Our child

been lifted from her heart. She felt a sense of

leaned weakly against the wheelchair, her hand still resting