Chasing My Pregnant Wife

In a daze, Theodore reached out. He lightly touched the air, as if he was touching her.

Gazing up at the sky, his eyes were weary yet tender, filled with endless longing and yearning. "Rose..." With a soft thud, his hand fell to the ground. His eyes closed and he passed out. "Mr. Spencer, Mr. Spencer?" A few people quickly lifted Theodore and carried him toward the vehicle.

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In the afternoon, the villa basked under the radiant sunlight.

The sky was as pure as a sapphire, with feathery white clouds drifting across the horizon. The lush green trees and colorful flowers surrounding the villa complemented each other, filling the air with a fragrant aroma. However, within the villa, chaotic sounds echoed. The sharp clang of objects clashing and the sound of things crashing down could be heard, all conveying an atmosphere of agitation and unrest.

It was as if the interior and exterior of the villa were two entirely different worlds-one peaceful, the other tempestuous.

Inside a room, a child was crying. The servants were trying their best to soothe him, taking him far away to avoid him hearing the furious shouts from the living room. They had never seen Sebastian lose his temper like this.

with a smile. But now that Rosalie was gone, he was like a

faint scar remained on Sebastian's face, like the lingering clouds after a violent storm. In his eyes

furrowed, his lips were pressed together, and his face was dark, emitting

face was now twisted with

Theodore! I won't let you

a glass of red wine in his hand, the crimson liquid swirling inside as if reflecting his

mouth. A dangerous glint appeared in his

uncontrollable anger, as though he were a trapped beast fighting to release its savagery. Frustrated, he undid a few shirt buttons, revealing his muscular chest, which was heaving due to his labored breathing. With a loud crash, he

you to pieces! I swear I won't let you get

yet that man still refused to leave them alone,