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.]

Her eyes were

splash, a basin of cold water was poured over

terrified eyes darting around. She found herself in a cold warehouse. The surroundings were cluttered with various items, and

She remembered driving Chandra home and parking in a desolate area. Chandra had wanted to get out there,

her to get back into the car so

someone struck the back of her head with a rod. She had collapsed

opened her eyes again, she

back of her head

open. An elegantly dressed woman slowly walked in,

lights in the warehouse flickered on, allowing Sydney to see

at her and asked coldly, "How was your nap, Miss

Her throat was dry, and so were her lips.