Chasing My Pregnant Wife

After Rosalie finished her shower and was about to go to bed, her phone rang.

She answered her phone. "Hello?"

It was Theodore. "Rose."

"Why are you calling me again?" Rosalie frowned. "Can you stop? I really can't handle you coming back into my life again and again..."

"Rose, just hear me out," Theodore interrupted, his voice tinged with urgency.

"What is it now?" Rosalie asked, her tone showing a trace of impatience.

"Did my mom contact you?"

"No, why? Why are you suddenly asking about her?" Rosalie replied.

"She's missing. We can't get in touch with her, and we've searched everywhere but can't find her."

Rosalie was shocked, and she immediately set aside her impatience. "She's missing? Did you report it to the police?"

wanted to ask if you've been in

thought back. "I did see

"Really? What time exactly?"

answered. "I had just finished dinner and was about to leave when I saw her with a woman who looked to be in her sixties. She said that the woman was her client. I talked to her for a bit, and then

Do you remember what that

this, Rosalie also sensed that something was wrong and began to

clearly. She was wearing heavy

elegant, like

She must have been an important client at the bank. Can

surveillance footage is gone, so I have no way of knowing who my mom was with. I've been going crazy

held the phone tightly as she stepped into the living room and closed the door.

Theodore sighed.

make sense for her to be completely unreachable. The restaurant's surveillance

concern deepened, though she

out to search for her and push the police for updates. If

now.