Chasing My Pregnant Wife

On the other end of the phone, Theodore remained silent for a few seconds. He seemed like he wanted to say something, but ultimately didn't. Sensing this, Rosalie quickly said, "Finding your mom is more important right now. Whatever it is, we can talk about it after she's found."

The issues between her and Theodore were no longer of significance.

"I got it. I'll go look for her now. You should get some rest."

Rosalie hummed in acknowledgment and ended the call. Helping Theodore made her feel better. She was sincerely grateful to Justin. She considered calling to thank him, but given how late it was, she worried about disturbing him. Instead, she sent him a message. [Thank you. I've already informed Theo, and the information was very helpful.]

Justin replied, [You're welcome.]

Rosalie responded, [Good night, sleep well.]

Justin texted, [I will. You too.]

eyes were on him as she murmured, "Baby, your

of cold water was poured over

for air, her terrified eyes darting around. She found herself in a cold warehouse. The surroundings were cluttered

hard to recall what had happened. She remembered driving Chandra home and parking in a desolate area. Chandra had wanted to get out there, so Sydney stopped the car,

her to get

a sudden, someone struck the back of her head with a rod. She

she opened her eyes again, she

sharp pain at the back of her head throbbed as she forced her

door was pushed open. An elegantly dressed woman slowly walked in, her high heels clacking against the

in the warehouse flickered on, allowing

asked coldly, "How

water dripping from her face as she swallowed with difficulty. Her throat was dry, and so were her lips. She asked in a