Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Seeing the tenderness in Sebastian's eyes, it was clear his love for Rosalie ran deep, imprinted on his very soul. If anyone tried to separate them... "Uncle, are you here to see Rose?" Sebastian asked.

Christopher nodded. "Yes, I came to check on both of you."

He stepped into the hospital room. Rosalie was holding a bowl of chicken soup. When she saw Christopher, she quickly placed the soup on the table. "Uncle, you're here."

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"I'm doing great," Rosalie replied with a smile. "The baby's fine too, all thanks to Seb."

"I can see that," Christopher chuckled, adding, "His face is all swollen."

Hearing that, Rosalie felt a bit guilty.

"His injury is partly my fault," she admitted.

She then explained the whole situation to Christopher, who finally understood. He had noticed Sydney seemed off when he saw her earlier. Could it have been because of Sebastian's injury?

But that didn't fully make sense. After all, she and Sebastian didn't have much of a relationship. Slapping him twice and causing his face to swell-was that really enough to make her cry alone in her car? There had to be more to it.

fine. I get it," Christopher said. "He was clearly upset, which shows how much he cares about you. He's more concerned about you than his own

grateful

"Thank you, Uncle."

me. This is all how it should be," he said, gently patting the back of her hand. "Take

"I will, Uncle."

closeness. Christopher wanted to have a moment alone with

he answered. "What? I understand. I'll be

urgent to handle, so I'll be out now. Get some rest,

Uncle Christopher,

a nod, Christopher stood up and left the room. As he was leaving, he

with you. Come

out. Once they were in a quiet, empty hallway,

there something you're keeping from

I hide anything

you took that call just now,

"It's nothing," Sebastian replied.

We're family. There's no