Chapter 132
Chasing My Pregnant Wife
After Rosalie hung up, Theodore placed his phone by the side with a cold expression. He sat back
down on the couch in the ward.
He took the medicine that the doctor prescribed him, and felt better with his body temperature going
down.
âTheodore, whatâs the matter? You donât look too good,â Cynthia said, sensing that the call was from
Rosalie.
âIâm fine. Go get some rest.â
âTheodore, howâs things going with the resident register? You havenât. told me whether youâve
gotten them already.â
She had been waiting expectantly for an entire day. She event anxiously asked Theodore about it
when he entered the ward, but he hadnât told her anything about it until now.
Theodore replied, âWe didnât get it.â
He didnât exude much emotion in his reply. There was no anger, frustration or regret.
âWhat?!â
Cynthia started panting upon hearing Theodoreâs reply. She had sensed that something was wrong
the moment Theodore walked in, but continued clinging to the last vestige of hope.
Now that she finally heard from him that he couldnât get their resident register, she could feel herself
on the verge of breaking down.
âWhy did this happen? Didnât you guys have a plan for today?â
âWe just didnât get it. Grandmaâs been guarding her room very closely recently, and we couldnât find
the chance to sneak in. Go get some
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rest. Weâll talk about it another time)
He felt rather exhausted, what with two women bugging him to file.
for a divorce at the same time.
âHow long more do I have to wait?â Cynthia started crying. âTheodore, Iâve waited for you for way
too long. How long more are you going to make me wait? I donât even know whether I can live that
long! Iâ¦â
Cynthia almost couldnât catch her breath as she spoke. She clutched. her chest, and started panting
hard.
Theodore immediately stood up from the couch, and rushed to her bedside to pat her back.
Concerned, he asked, âHow are you feeling?â
âTheodore!â Cynthia threw her arms around his waist. âTell me, how much longer must I wait? Will I
never stand a chance? Will I never get to be your wife? Tell me, tell me!â
Theodore looked grim. Being stuck between the two women made it impossible for him to please
both parties at the same time. He wondered what he had to do to make them both happy.
He always managed to make the best decision in his business, but in matters of the heart, he
seemed to be a failure.
After a long time, he gently patted the back of her head and reminded. her, âItâs getting late. Go to
sleep.â
His calm, yet helpless tone told Cynthia that she would get nothing. out of continuing with her
tantrum. Since he failed to get their resident register, filing for a divorce was impossible right now.
Throwing a tantrum wouldnât help things, and might even irritate him.
Cynthia wiped the tears away from her face, and looked up to say, Can you stay here with me,
then?â
âSure. Lie down,â Theodore said, helping her back on the bed. He tucked her in, wiped the tears
from her cheeks, and said in an
exceptionally tender voice, âDonât y
âOkay, I wonâtâ
Cynthia scooted over to one side of the bed., âTheodore, sleep on the bed. You need to get some
sleep, too.â
The bed was large enough for two people if they laid close to each. other.
However, Theodore only tucked the sheets tighter around her. âNo. need. Iâm afraid I might end up
squashing you in my sleep. Go to sleep. Iâm fine on the couch.â
The couch was spacious enough, and there was even a blanket provided specially for caretakers of
patients.
Theodore laid back down on the couch without giving Cynthia a
chance to agree or reject his suggestion.
Cynthia gritted her teeth. She was reluctant to let him sleep on the couch, but she had no choice but
to sleep alone.
That damn Rosalie must have done something so that Theodore wouldnât be able to divorce her.
She wanted to delay the divorce, that shameless wretch!
Cynthia vowed, she would never spare that bitch!