Chasing My Pregnant Wife

After Rosalie pushed them out, she slammed the door shut with a loud bang. Her body gave out, and she collapsed to the floor, closing her eyes in anguish.

"Rose!" Sebastian called as he knocked on the door. "I'm sorry."

"Stop talking! Just leave! Please, just go. I don't want to see either of you right now. I need some space."

Chandra sighed helplessly. "We should go."

Sebastian knew there was no point in staying and causing more conflict. The two of them left together.

Inside the elevator, Chandra said coldly, "Sebastian, don't think I don't know why you didn't tell her earlier. Are you still harboring feelings for her?" "Grandma, Rose and I are both adults. Whatever happens between us is none of your business anymore."

"She's my granddaughter, and you're my grandson. Do you think I wouldn't care about this?"

Sebastian turned to glare at her with icy eyes. "Grandma, Rose and I were once married. If we had consummated our marriage, what would you do about it? Besides, are you planning to announce to the world that she's your granddaughter? Don't forget, my uncle's wife is still alive, and she's not someone to be trifled with. If she learns about Rose's existence, what do you think will happen? Back then, didn't you force my uncle into marrying her because of her father's position?"

"That's enough!" Chandra snapped angrily. "What do you even know about the past? You weren't even born back then!"

to lecture me. You'd better stay out of my affairs with Rose. If this escalates, it'll only hurt

elevator doors opened. Sebastian stepped out

his departing figure with furrowed brows. A sense

might be even more ruthless

evening, Yerick accompanied Wesley for dinner, but Wesley couldn't seem to enjoy

do you not have an appetite?" Yerick asked, setting down his cutlery as well. "Are you still worried about Miss Harper? She'll be

Wesley's expression was haggard,

his emotions were low.

and then said, "My mother has passed away, my wife has divorced me, and now this has happened. I can't convince myself not to think about

she really that important to you? Are you in so

me. I love her. I wish that bullet

and hot tears welled up, ready to

sympathetic, but deep in his eyes, there

when your mother passed

his face falling as memories from the past surfaced. A heavy sense of repression filled