Chasing My Pregnant Wife

"Rose, I don't make myself out to be a good person. Call me despicable or shameless, that's who I am. Since you know that, it's perfectly reasonable for me to insult Theodore that way."

"You..." Rosalie was so infuriated, she was at a loss for words.

"Rose, don't stoop to his level," Theodore advised. "There's no need to say anything. Let him insult me. That's his goal anyway, to make himself feel good."

Theodore didn't find it embarrassing to let Rosalie feed him. Conversely, he felt fortunate to have the chance to spend some time with her. He never thought he would get to be so close to her again.

"Theo." Rosalie broke down crying. "Have...have some food..."

Rosalie fed him spoon by spoon.

Theodore's eyes were filled with tenderness and all he could see was Rosalie. He felt no sense of shame or humiliation whatsoever.

Yerick watched on at the side and smiled gleefully. "Mr. Spencer, does it taste good, food that a woman has to feed you? What a shame of a man you are!"

"Please stop talking, I'm begging you!" Rosalie turned around and said tearfully, glaring at Yerick with fire burning in her eyes.

I want to eat more. Give me that

of how calm Theodore was. She didn't know if Theodore really

and Rosalie fed him some water. Throughout the entire time, Yerick kept standing at the side, hurling insults at Theodore. The meal finally

pulled Rosalie out and Theodore started getting anxious. "Humiliate me any

be so filthy if begging worked. I'm telling you, I'll marry Rose

dream on! I'll

so?" Yerick suddenly pulled out a gun

heart leaped in fright.

more time that you'll never

say that again! Please, I'll marry

him, just let him kill me!" Theodore would rather die than

one shouldn't be too stubborn. You only submit when I get serious. That's not good. You need to learn how to size up the situation. You don't have an advantage in this situation right now, and all you can

and said in tears,

shut, separating Theodore and Rosalie once again. He then dragged her up from the ground.