Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Noah was not usually a friendly person. Those who arrived late or left early would get scolded, let alone someone who skipped work without reason.

Rosalie looked at him with confusion.

"Rosalie, don't be so tense. I want to create a more relaxed work environment. Besides, I've noticed how dedicated and diligent you are. You're a rare talent."

Noah's words were not just flattery; there was sincerity in them. Rosalie's financial articles were indeed impressive, with clear and logical analysis. Her insights were professional and precise, even making predictions that later came true.

"Rose, if you ever have any questions, feel free to ask me."

Rosalie nodded. "Alright. Thank you."

After Noah returned to his office, Rosalie was still puzzled.

A colleague beside her whispered, "Yesterday, there was a helicopter picking you up. Who was it?"

Rosalie frowned. "No one."

she had snuck onto the balcony, thinking that as long as no one saw her board the helicopter,

Is your family rich?

fly freely over public airspace in the city. Even wealthy individuals who owned helicopters found it extremely difficult

meant that the person who had sent a helicopter for Rosalie was not just wealthy, but someone

just here to work, like everyone else,"

colleague replied. "But after that helicopter came for you, things

had always been humble at work, so everyone had assumed she was just an ordinary person. No one expected her

felt a little embarrassed. The helicopter wasn't hers, but Theodore's. She had nothing

Rosalie, Justin went to a cafe, ordered a coffee and some pastries,

light, as if he were in a dream-one that was blissful and

to himself. Rosalie had said she loved

words in his mind, and the

wasn't just his

her

of the cafe's floor-to-ceiling window, a figure suddenly appeared, seemingly

sharp. Having lived on the edge for years, he immediately sensed something