Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Rosalie choked up as well. Tears welled up in her eyes; though she stubbornly held them back, unwilling to be vulnerable in front of him.

When she first married Sebastian, their union hadn't been genuine, but things had spiraled one step at a time. Now, it was completely out of control and impossibly tangled.

Theodore suddenly reached out weakly, attempting to touch Rosalie's shoulder.

"Don't touch me!" She slapped his hand away and gave him another hard slap.

Theodore's already swollen face became even more so. For some reason, Rosalie felt even angrier seeing him like this. Watching him take her hits without a word and without fighting brought her no sense of satisfaction. He wasn't even dodging. It only made her feel angrier and more hurt. "Theodore, what's this supposed to mean?" Rosalie clenched her fists, pounding against his chest. "Why aren't you fighting back? I hate you! Why do you have to do this? Why can't you just stay away from me? Why?"

"Enough!" Finally, Aurora couldn't hold back and rushed over, grabbing Rosalie and shoving her down to the ground.

Then, Aurora shielded Theodore protectively, as if guarding a child. "Stop hitting him, please. I beg you to stop."

"Rose." Without hesitation, Theodore pushed Aurora aside and hurried to Rosalie's side, helping her up. "Rose, are you alright?"

me!" Rosalie shook his

a second thought, and she

the ground with a thud, struggling

go of Rosalie and rushed to Aurora's

her chest, gasping for air as her face gradually turned pale.

leaving, he glanced back at Rosalie, who still lay on the ground. Just then,

"Rose!"

a moment, and upon returning, he was met with

"What happened?"

immediately guessed. "Did those

was about to charge forward, but Rosalie grabbed his

to say anything. Their entanglement had become hopelessly messy and unresolved.