Chasing My Pregnant Wife

“Let go of me! I said I’m fine, can’t you understand?” Rosalie exclaimed.

Rosalie had always been patient. This was the first time she had her temper at Theodore.

If she went to the hospital, he would definitely find out she was pregnant. Since they were getting divorced, he couldn’t know ab the child. If that happened, he would be tied to her because of the child, and he would surely hate them both.

“That’ll be up to the doctor to decide. Be good, okay?” Theodore insisted as he forcibly carried her out of the room.

“Theodore, you’re right. Those are my true feelings. I’m not happy wi you!”

Theodore abruptly stopped, his brows furrowing slightly.

She endured the discomfort and continued, “I’ve put up with you for long time, so I got a bit emotional when you asked me that. I’m fine I’ve just endured too much in this marriage, and now I want to be free I want to be alone. Let me go!”

Her fists clenched tighter as she spoke. Saying these words felt like she was tearing her own heart out!

Theodre’s face turned terrifyingly cold. “So, you locked the door because you didn’t want to see me?” All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Rosalie nodded painfully. “Yes, I wanted some time alone. Please put me down.”

His embrace gradually loosened as if he was about to release her. However, he stared at her face, noticing her flushed cheeks, drenched

in sweat, and her pale complexion. The force that had relaxed a moment ago tensed again.

His eyes glinted with anger. “It’s fine if you don’t want to see me anymore. I’ll leave after you see the doctor. Since you’ve endured for a year, a few more hours won’t make a difference!”

Theodre’s face was terrifyingly grim as he strode forward with Rosalie in his arms, his anger fuelling his quick pace.

Rosalie lay still in his arms, not daring to even breathe louder than necessary. She felt as if she were facing a volcano that was about to erupt åt any moment.

She wanted to say something to stop him, but a wave of nausea -overwhelmed her. It felt like she would throw up if she tried to speak, so she could only do her best to hold back the urge and silently lean against his shoulder.

In the car, Theodore’s face remained cold, but his actions were gentle as he wiped the sweat from Rosalie’s forehead with a handkerchief. “Why are you sweating so much? We’ll have the doctor give you a full examination to see what’s wrong.”

His concern surpassed the anger he felt when his wife spoke those hurtful words earlier.

When Rosalie heard that he wanted her to undergo a full examination, her mind went blank for a moment. Despite her objections, she knew that she couldn’t stop him. She realized that the more she tried to persuade him otherwise, the more suspicious he would become.

“Can we go to Delta Hospital?” Rosalie asked.

“Delta? Why?”

“That’s the usual hospital I visit when I get sick. The doctors there are pretty good, and I’m familiar with the environment. It gives me a

sense of security.”

“You’ve fallen sick a lot before this??

How had he not known?

Throughout their one–year marriage, Theodore had always been by Rosalie’s side when she had a cold or fever. For more serious issues, he had personally accompanied her to the hospital. Had she often. gone to Delta Hospital by herself?

“We’ve only been married for a year, and before that, we weren’t together every day. Besides, you were once gone on a two–month business trip, remember? When I was unwell, I went by myself. It wasn’t a big deal, so I didn’t mention it,” Rosalie explained.

Theodore stared at her for a while, as if trying to find something in her face. But upon careful consideration of her previous words about enduring him for so long, he realized that it was natural for her to not tell him everything. There were still many things he didn’t know about her.

“Go to Delta Hospital,” Theodore instructed the driver, his expression even colder than before.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Rosalie turned away from her husband and faced the window. She closed her eyes and pretended to rest. From Theodore’s perspective, it seemed like she would rather lean against the seat than be in his arms.

As time passed, Rosalie noticed through the car window’s reflection that Theodore wasn’t staring at her anymore. She quietly took out her phone from her pocket and sent a text message.

[Steph, I need your help. It’s urgent!]