Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Since he dared to say something like that, he must be confident he could follow through. Every word came from his heart. Yet, why did Rosalie keep thinking about Theodore?

Sebastian felt increasingly bitter. Theodore had been a jerk in the past, and now, he was nothing but a coward.

What on earth did she see in that man?

"Rose, you're way too naive."

Rosalie looked at him helplessly, her hand gently brushing his cheek. "Does it still hurt?"

Sebastian shook his head. "Not at all."

"You're lying. How could it not hurt? Let me apologize on her behalf."

"It's fine, I don't mind. I understand how she must have felt at the time. If I were in her shoes, I'd be furious too. She only lashed out because she cares about you. Your former mother-in-law has always treated you well, especially since you're carrying her grandchild. She just wanted to make sure you were safe first."

Sydney stood outside, leaning against the wall, her eyes closed as she took a deep breath. Her heart ached with every word.

Was Sebastian really speaking kindly of her? Why wasn't he using this opportunity to say something bad about her and make Rosalie steer clear of her?

Maybe Sydney had been wrong about Sebastian all along. She had insulted him, belittled him, and looked down on him without ever truly understanding him. Wasn't it unfair to make up her mind about him after only a few brief meetings?

Perhaps it was her own prejudice. She thought Sebastian was just Geoffrey's son, and that bias had clouded her view from the start.

Once a bias is formed, it's hard to shake.

her own son, guilt washed over her. She regretted the way she

her child had died; she was haunted by nightmares of her baby, waking up in tears

he had let her go on believing the baby was gone, sparing her from the pain of all those lost years. But

tears from her eyes and

looked surprised to see

Sebastian turned his head.

She hadn't expected her two slaps to leave such

was the

face twisted her heart. Her mind replayed the moment she hit him and

could a mother call her own son such horrible names? How deeply must it

out she was his mother, how much would he

why she was so biased. He was

here to see Rose? I'll give you two some

He turned to leave.

Rosalie called after

He looked back. "Yes?"

need for you

Rosalie, he wasn't

conversation she had with Sydney, there was nothing

at Sydney. "I don't think it's

nothing inappropriate about it," Sydney chimed in. "You can

couldn't bear to look at him,

Sydney usually stormed in an