Chasing My Pregnant Wife

The treatment lasted about an hour, after which Sebastian left the room.

After completing the MRAD treatment, the doctors always suggested not going back home right away. Instead, they recommended taking a walk in open spaces and enjoying the scenery, as it would benefit the brain. "Seb, how do you feel after this treatment?" Rosalie asked.

Sebastian gazed at her, suddenly overwhelmed with heartache. He took her hand and said, "You've suffered."

Rosalie was puzzled. "What do you mean? I haven't suffered."

"No, you have. It was all because of Theodore."

Rosalie stiffened. "You..."

"I remember Theodore now," Sebastian said. "He hurt you."

Sebastian pulled her into his arms, his heart aching.

"How could he treat you like that? He even slept with another woman at that estate! I remember we disguised ourselves as wait staff and caught them in the act. How could he do this? You're so wonderful. Why did he hurt you like that?" "Sebastian..." It was good that Sebastian was recovering some of his memories, but they all seemed to be bad ones.

in the past. I'm divorced

feels like it just happened yesterday," Sebastian let go of her, his eyes red. "It breaks my heart. He's not worthy

behind me now. I don't

Sebastian could recover

go. "Rose, can I hold your hand like this

he needed to draw strength from her, or he couldn't go on. Every time he finished this treatment and regained some memories, he became incredibly

Sebastian, who had just regained them, they felt like they had only just happened, and the emotional impact

had explained this to Rosalie, advising that whenever Sebastian regained some painful memories, she, as

couldn't bear to refuse him. She nodded and

and suddenly remembered these painful memories. His heart must be heavy, and she would help him get through it. "You're the

yet her naivety pained

the stroller with one hand while holding her

the stroller was tranquil, not making

like a harmonious, happy family of

resist taking a second look at the adorable baby in the stroller, their hearts