Chapter 144
Chasing My Pregnant Wife
Rosalie and Sebastian changed out of the uniform, and headed back on the helicopter.
Rosalie was still in a daze, as if she had her soul sucked out of her. She didnât say where she
wanted to go, and only realized that Sebastian was taking her to a villa that she had never seen
before when the helicopter finally landed.
âCome on down,â Sebastian said as he carefully helped Rosalie down the helicopter, afraid that she
might fall.
Rosalie looked around her. âWhere are we?â
âI saw how miserable you looked. Since you didnât say anything, I decided to bring you to my place.
Donât worry, only my servants and I are around. Thereâs no one else.â
âSebastian, Iâm really sorry for causing you so much trouble.â
Rosalie felt soulless throughout the entire journey, her mind a complete blank.
âItâs not trouble at all. Letâs head in and get some rest first. Once we feel up to it, Iâll send you
home.â
Rosalie went into a daze again as her eyes went out of focus. She didnât even respond to him.
Sebastian didnât say anything further, and instead led her into the villa.
After settling down in the hall, he poured her a glass of water and sat down by her side.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something. Seeing Rosalie still in a daze, he leaned back on
the couch and stared unblinkingly at the ceiling.
He then stood up and left, not wanting to bother her.
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After half an hour, he returned to the hall and saw Rosalie still seated. in the exact same spot she
left her. Instead of the daze she was in earlier, she was sobbing silently, trying not to make a
sound.
It seemed Theodore really hurt her badly.
He didnât want to bother her, but at the same time, he was worried about her condition. He knew
she had previously been hospitalized,
after all.
Finally, he took a few steps forward and said, âRosalie, I may not fully know how hurt you are, but I
can understand how you feel right now. I wonât say that a man like him isnât worth your tears,
because I know youâre sad and you canât control your emotions. If you want to cry, just go ahead
and cry out loud. You can even smash anything you find in this villa if you wish, if it can help you
vent.â
Rosalie bit her lip, desperately trying to hold her tears back. She remained silent, and simply buried
her head into the couch.
Seeing her suppressing herself so much, worry grew in Sebastianâs heart. He walked over, sat by
her side, grabbing her arm, and called
her name.
âRosalie.â
âLet me go,â Rosalie said, startled by his sudden movement.
Rosalie tried to shake his hands away, but Sebastian continued gripping her arms tight and pulled
her up from the couch. He said solemnly, âIâm not letting you go.â
His domineering expression formed such a stark contrast with his usual genteel demeanor that it
startled Rosalie. She started
struggling against his hold with all her might, but she couldnât resist him when he pulled her into his
arms.
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When her face hit his chest, her tears finally broke free like a flood against a dam.
She started sobbing uncontrollably. She clutched at his clean white shirt, which slowly became
drenched in her tears and snot.
Rosalie cried in his arms, her entire body shaking and convulsing with sobs. When she was finally
spent and her voice had turned hoarse, the tears stopped flowing and she quietened down in his
embrace.
Her petite face was all red and swollen, and so were her eyes. After releasing all the pressure
building inside her, she felt just like a deflated balloon..
She wiped the tears from her face, and hurriedly sat up from Sebastianâs embrace.
âIâm sorry for being such an embarrassment.â
âItâs all right. Do you feel better?â
He was back to his usual genteel and mildâmannered demeanor.
Rosalie recalled the hint of dominance he exuded before she burst out crying. She thought that he
must have been deliberately trying to trigger an outburst in her, allowing her to get it out of her
system.
âI feel much better. Sorry for soiling your shirt.â