Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, three months had gone by.

Rosalie's courses had concluded. Tonight, she had plans to have dinner with Theodore.

Over the past three months, he had been undergoing chemotherapy with one session every three weeks.

Rosalie had promised Theodore that she would accompany him for a meal after each chemotherapy session.

Gradually, however, Theodore began asking her out more frequently.

Sometimes, he would invite her every two weeks; other times, it would be once a week. Occasionally, they would meet for a meal every three days.

Rosalie didn't refuse him because she felt that Theodore was ill now, and she couldn't just ignore him.

Aurora was still in recovery, so someone had to keep an eye on Theodore. No matter what, Rosalie owed it to Rebecca to do so.

Their dinner was scheduled at a restaurant where the ambiance was exceptionally elegant. Under the night sky, the stars sparkled brilliantly.

glow over the room. Exquisite dining tables were neatly arranged, each adorned with fine napkins and gleaming silverware, exuding elegance and sophistication. The walls were adorned with paintings-delicate strokes depicting vibrant flowers, serene landscapes, and abstract art. Flower arrangements and greenery graced every corner, emitting a subtle fragrance in the

nighttime view outside was reflected in the restaurant. The scattered lights in the dark sky twinkled like pearls

on the dining tables, casting a soft glow that added a romantic touch

dined with Rosalie in such a nice restaurant in a

This time, it seemed

chemotherapy going?" she asked-this was still her

able to undergo surgery soon to completely

Rosalie let out a sigh

looking handsome and refined, his thick hair still intact. Puzzled, she asked, "I heard chemotherapy can cause hair loss, but it seems like you haven't

the drugs the hospital uses for me don't lead to severe hair loss. I'm relatively lucky," he replied.

At this moment, the waiter

up his juice and said, "I promise I won't drink again. Will you promise me

"What is it?"

the surgery, can you