Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Rosalie felt light-headed. "Theo, my head hurts so much. I really want to sleep.'

Theodore's eyes were filled with helplessness and sorrow. He knew that she must be exhausted, both physically and emotionally.

He gently stroked her face. "It's alright. You can sleep. I'll take care of everything else."

"Theo, he can't die! He's my savior! If it weren't for him, I would be dead. It was so terrifying when those men captured me. They wanted to hurt me. He risked his life to save me. He even took a bullet for me. Please don't let him die!" Rosalie said weakly, her eyes full of tears as she pleaded with him.

"Alright," Theodore held her tightly, whispering into her ear. "I won't let him die."

Rosalie slowly closed her eyes.

Theodore sighed and kissed her forehead. "Rose, what should I do with you?"

She was so heartbroken over another man, but he had to go along with her and promise her that man wouldn't die.

He and Rosalie were already divorced, and it was he who

his fault that Rosalie had found another

truly his rose, and now she was

her delicate lips, unable to resist lowering his head and kissing her. How long had it been since he kissed

loved, you closed your eyes. This time, Theodore kept his eyes open because he couldn't bear to close them. He wanted to look at her

was unwilling to pull away, wishing time would freeze

he closed his eyes and

to replace the woman he loved. In doing so, he had wronged both Aurora and

couldn't resist. This was perhaps the dark side of human nature. Even though he knew it

her lips once more,

unbuttoned the clothes she was wearing and took them off, and then carried her to the shower. He used warm water to clean her body. Rosalie had stretch marks on her abdomen. Having recently given birth, there was a bit of extra flesh. Theodore gently caressed

why did you have a child