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.

it been since they

toe.

felt an overwhelming sense of happiness and inner peace. Yet, with that happiness came

for her could never be fully returned. The gap and

and make her happy. Everyone had a chance

Loving her brought him both pain and joy. He was willing to give everything for her,

you let me protect you? Let me be a part of

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

form was fully exposed to his eyes. Even the smallest imperfection appeared flawless in his gaze. There was

above her, and caressed her delicate face

tonight, I want you.