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?"

why I wanted to ask if you've been in touch with

see her last night at Gary's

"Really? What time exactly?"

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

missing last night. Do you remember what

sensed that something was wrong and began to feel

don't remember clearly. She was wearing

elegant, like a

have been an important client at the bank. Can you check the restaurant's surveillance

gone, so I have no way of knowing who my mom was with. I've been going crazy trying to find

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

Theodore sighed.

my mom. It doesn't make sense for her to be completely unreachable. The

she felt powerless to

out to search for her and push the police for updates. If you have any connections, use them to help locate

should rest now. I won't