Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Sebastian seemed to have guessed something after observing the scene before him, but he didn’t say anything.

Rosalie struggled forcefully to break free from Theodore’s embrace, feeling anxious under the scrutiny of so many eyes. She ignored her husband’s grim expression, her concerned gaze falling on Sebastian.

“Mr. Carter, I’m so sorry. Would you like to go to the hospital?” she asked,

“I’m fine.” Sebastian replied, his brow furrowed as he clutched his chest, clearly in pain.

Just as Rosalie was about to approach to check on him, Theodore grabbed her wrist and forcefully pulled her back, his face terrifyingly cold.

“Let go of me!” Rosalie tried to break free from his grip, but the man. was incredibly strong.

Theodore wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace. His hostility–filled gaze was directed at Sebastian. As he kept his hold on Rosalie, he pulled a check out of his pocket and stuffed it into the other man’s suit pocket.

Theodore’s voice was tinged with provocation as he said, “Thank you. for saving my wife. That should cover your medical expenses.”

With that, he held Rosalie close and left.

The whole place erupted in a commotion wife! What was going on?!

Rosalie was Theodore’s

“What are you doing? Let go of me! Rosalie said in a low voice. She didn’t want to escalate the situation, but was clearly resisting the way

her husband was holding her.

Sensing Rosalie’s reluctance to leave with Theodore, Sebastian. moved to intervene, calling out, “Ms. Young!”

Theodore turned his head and glared at Sebastian. “It’s Mrs. Spencer!”

As if asserting his superiority, he swept Rosalie off her feet and strode away. The atmosphere turned dominantly aggressive as they passed through the crowd, who involuntarily made way for the couple, watching as they departed.

After leaving the venue, Rosalie struggled desperately, her mortarboard long gone.

“Put me down!”

Theodore completely ignored her struggles, his face cold as he lifted. her into the car and slammed the door shut.

“You’ve gone too far!”

This was the first time in ten years that Rosalie had lost her temper with him, and it was all because of another man.

“Me? Too far?” Theodore suddenly turned, gripping her shoulders tightly, his large hands exerting pressure. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“And what about you? You’ve been deceiving me from the start. Clearly, you don’t like finance, yet you pretended to be so passionate about it. You’re such a good actress. Why didn’t you go to drama

school?”

Rosalie’s vision blurred as she recalled the time before she started university. Five years older than her, Theodore had already earned his PhD at a young age due to his exceptional abilities.

Back then, Theodore was already the CEO of SK Enterprise, while she

was still preparing for university entrance exams.

“Theo

The office door was ajar, and as Rosalie walked in, she saw Theodore talking to Cynthia. Their heads were close together as they discussed

some documents. Seeing Rosalie enter, Theodore put down the

papers in his hand.

“Rose, what brings you here?”

When Cynthia noticed Rosalie’s presence, she closed the file and

spoke professionally, “Mr. Spencer, if there’s nothing else, I’ll head down first.”

Theodore responded with a nod.

Rosalie sensed Cynthia assessing her as she passed by, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes.

Sometimes, a person could tell when someone’s gaze was off. However, if they didn’t have any evidence, they had to keep it to themselves. Otherwise, others would just say the person was

overthinking things.

“Theo, who was that?” Rosalie asked.

“That was Cynthia, a senior intern from Aurora University,” Theodore replied.

“Aurora?” Rosalie repeated. “Isn’t that where you studied before? So, she’s your junior?”

So, because she was interning at his company, Theodore had assigned her to his offic