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.

long had it been since they had moments

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

face, he felt an overwhelming sense of happiness and inner

fully returned. The

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

swelling with complex emotions. Loving her brought him both pain and joy. He was willing to give everything for her, even his life, just to have a role in her world. He only ever wanted her to be safe

be a part of your life, even

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

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

bed, hovering above her, and caressed her

tonight, I want you. Is that