Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Theodore's clothes were completely soaked.

Later, he simply took off all his clothes and washed himself alongside Rosalie.

Afterward, he dried Rosalie's hair and body with a towel, and then carried her back to the ward. He placed her gently on the bed and covered her with the blanket.

Rosalie lay on the bed, her body wrapped in the soft sheets.

The moonlight filtered through the window and illuminated her delicate, sculpted face. Her skin was as white as snow and exuded a natural glow, as though every inch of her was a masterpiece carefully crafted by an artist. Her long, curled lashes were clearly defined. Her lips were full and alluring. Slightly upturned, it radiated charm.

The night was quiet, and the atmosphere in the room was peaceful and warm. The faint light accentuated the warm tones of the room, creating a dreamy, almost celestial ambiance.

Theodore gazed at Rosalie, his gaze full of deep affection and obsession. His eyes shone like stars, flickering with intense emotion. Every glance made his heart flutter.

His eyes revealed endless longing and pain. He couldn't tear his gaze away, and every breath he took was an acknowledgment of her presence.

had it been since they

everything about her deeply, from her head to her toe. Even though he had hurt her, he still couldn't stop

of happiness and inner peace.

for her could never be fully returned. The gap and misunderstandings between them

protect her and make her happy. Everyone had a chance to do that, but not him. Rosalie

heart swelling with complex emotions. Loving her brought him both pain and joy. He was willing to give everything for her,

let me protect you? Let me be a part of your life, even if I'm not

grew more obsessive. He turned to the door, locked it, and then approached the bed.

appeared flawless in his gaze. There was worship

hovering above her, and caressed her delicate face with his

I want you. Is that