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.

every day and greeted everyone with a smile. But now that Rosalie was gone,

the lingering clouds after a violent storm. In his eyes brewed a wild fury that was beyond

pressed together, and his face was

face was now twisted

let you get away with

in his hand, the crimson liquid swirling inside as if reflecting his bloodlust

took a sip, the bitter wine flooding his mouth. A dangerous glint appeared in his gaze, like a ferocious leopard preparing

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 smashed the glass

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

man still refused to leave