Chasing My Pregnant Wife



Late at night, when Rosalie was dozing off, she suddenly felt someone pressing down on her. Startled, she screamed loudly.

"Ahhh...!"

Theodore covered her mouth and hushed her. "It's me."

He turned on the room light so Rosalie could see that it was really him on top of her. Breathing a sigh of relief, she glanced at the time to see that it was one in the morning.

"Why are you back?" she asked.

"Is it strange for me to come home?"

With a tinge of alcohol on his breath, it seemed like Theodore had been drinking. He lowered his head and kissed his wife's lips, deftly undoing her sleepwear.

"Ugh..." Rosalie pushed Theodore away with all her strength, hurriedly covering his mouth with her hand. "Let go of me!"

Theodore grabbed her hand and pressed her down firmly on the bed. "What's with you? Don't want me to touch you?"

"Weren't you with Cynthia? Stay with her, then! Why did you come back here?!"

Did this man think he could have it both ways? That he could come home and have his way with Rosalie after fooling around with Cynthia? And then leave her for Cynthia once he was tired of her? What kind of nonsense was this?

"Do I need a reason to come home?" A somewhat annoyed Theodore pinched Rosalie's cheeks and continued," We're not divorced yet. You're still my wife, and you have to fulfill your duties as a wife!"

Without giving her a chance to speak, he pressed his lips against hers to silence her.

"Let go of me!'

Rosalie struggled desperately. She was pregnant, and she could sense how unstable the fetus was. She couldn't do this!

'Don't move!"

Theodore didn't want to hurt her. He had never forced her before. This was the first time he was being so forceful! As he sunk his teeth into her neck, Rosalie closed her eyes in despair.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

"Theodore, how will you explain this to Cynthia?"

Theodore suddenly stopped moving. He looked up at Rosalie's pale face to see a mocking smile on her lips, her dark eyes gazing at him deeply. After a long stretch of silence, he got off her and lay by her side instead.

Rosalie breathed a sigh of relief and quickly touched her stomach with her hand. Fortunately, it seemed like her unborn child was fine. Afraid her husband might go crazy again, she lifted the covers to get out of bed and sleep in the next room.

Theodore's arm shot out, grabbing her wrist. "Don't go."

Rosalie gritted her teeth and forcefully pulled her hand away. "You have no right to say those words after you asked for a divorce."

With that said, she left the room without hesitation.

But in the next room, she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Theodore had clearly drunk too much. What if he felt unwell at night? What if he needed water and couldn't find any? Rosalie became increasingly anxious as

time passed.

In the end, she couldn't bear it and got out of bed to pour a glass of cold water before carefully walking back into their bedroom. Theodore was lying on the bed, sound asleep and fully clothed.

Placing the glass of water on the bedside table, Rosalie unbuttoned her husband's clothes to make him more comfortable, then covered him with the blanket before leaving the room.

The next day, Rosalie woke up early. After she finished her morning routine, she returned to the couple's bedroom to change clothes. Having already gotten up. Thedore looked fresh, dressed in a sharp suit - a stark contrast to his disheveled appearance the day before.

Neither husband nor wife said a word.

Rosalie's peripheral vision caught sight of the glass she had left on the bedside table, noticing that the water was all gone. It was fortunate that she had placed it there. Otherwise, it could have been a problem if Theodore had gotten thirsty and was unable to find any water.

Rosalie had once read a news article about a drunk person who felt thirsty in the middle of the night but couldn't find any water. Confused and disoriented, the person failed to realize that he needed water and tragically died because he couldn't drink any.

Remembering his call from yesterday, Rosalie approached him and asked, "You called me yesterday saying you had something to discuss. What was it?"