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.

Rosalie were already divorced, and

had found another man, but

rose, and now she was in his

along her delicate lips, unable to resist lowering his head and

your eyes. This time, Theodore kept his eyes open because he couldn't bear to close them. He wanted to look at her a little longer. To him,

hers for a long time. He was unwilling to pull

closed his eyes and

substitute to replace the woman he loved. In doing so, he

shouldn't have done it, but he couldn't resist. This was perhaps the dark side of human nature. Even though he knew it was wrong, he still did it, all because he desired

lips once more, then reluctantly let go of

used warm water to clean her body. Rosalie had stretch marks

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