Chasing My Pregnant Wife

"I'm sorry, but we're already divorced. There's nothing you need to know about me, and I didn't ask Seb for a single cent either. If there's nothing else..."

"Ms. Young, don't worry." Chandra cut Rosalie off, with clearly no intention of leaving. "You should know that if I were to kick up a fuss over what happened at the private room before, you'll certainly be implicated?"

Rosalie frowned. "Are you really going to do that?"

"That depends on what you'll do next. You seem to care much for that kid. Even if I can't target you, I'll be able to target him. Do you want me to do that?"

Rosalie sat back down. "What exactly do you want?"

"I've made it clear that I just want to get to know you better. If you answer my questions properly, I can pretend nothing happened. Otherwise, I have all the means to make things difficult for him."

"What do you want to know about me?" Rosalie asked coldly.

"I did a quick check on your background. After your parents passed away, you were taken in by the Spencers and married Theodore Spencer but subsequently got divorced. The baby should be Theodore's, I suppose?"

confirmed Chandra's guess. "He doesn't know

going to tell him?" Rosalie

him? I don't even know him well. You naturally have your reasons for

you so interested in my affairs? What do you want from

a reasonable person, but she felt as though she had become a

you well?" Chandra said; her tone sounded careless, but there was a seriousness in her eyes that was not obvious at first

well, like I'm their blood

lips twitched ever so slightly as she asked, "So you're not

Fisher, how does knowing about me benefit you? Why

my question. Are you their biological

and had no choice but to admit it. "I'm adopted and

your

no idea," Rosalie

you thought of looking