Chasing My Pregnant Wife

She parted her lips slightly, exhaling trembling breaths.

Theodore's breath, buried in the crook of her neck, became increasingly hot and heavy.

Suddenly, a faint voice came from her lips. "Theo, has Vincent's surgery been completed?"

Theodore's body stiffened. Just as his passion was reaching its peak, he heard Rosalie utter another man's name. He felt a pang of guilt and pain.

He stared into Rosalie's closed eyes, noticing she was still asleep or perhaps half-asleep-not fully conscious of what was happening.

Yet, even in her half-dreaming state, she still thought of that man. Even while asleep, she was concerned for him.

Theodore suddenly felt like a scoundrel. How could he take advantage of her like this at such a vulnerable moment?

She was already suffering enough, yet he still hurt her.

was so hard. How many men could control themselves when faced with their

eyes in pain, a tear slipping down his cheek

over them both, and gently held her in his arms. He kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear, "Not yet. You rest for now, and I'll let you know once the surgery is

tired to even open her eyes. So, she was completely unaware of how close she was to Theodore. Theodore held her like this, unwilling to let

night, Theodore didn't know how many times

he sighed softly in

wish time could turn back. If I didn't have Cynthia and you didn't have Sebastian, we would

The morning sunlight poured

window, bathing Rosalie in its soft and warm glow. The light danced in the air, casting delicate patterns, like

like a stream of water in the darkness

as delicate and pure as snowflakes, as if she was a sculpture of

fluttering like butterfly wings, adding a mysterious, enchanting glow to

gazing at her. He ran his fingers lovingly