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.

hard. How many men could control themselves when faced

closed his eyes in pain, a tear

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

exhausted, and she was also frightened by recent events. She was mentally and physically drained, too tired to even open her eyes. So, she was completely unaware of how close

Theodore didn't know how many times he

dawn approached, he sighed softly in her

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

stream of water in the darkness softly

was as delicate and pure as snowflakes, as if

butterfly wings, adding

sat silently by the bed, gazing at her. He ran his fingers lovingly through her soft, dark hair. Simply staring at her brought him so