Chapter 153

“Ms. Zeller, you better not touch me. If I’m really pregnant and something happens because of you

pushing me, I’ll blame it all on you. After all, it’s just the two of us here. If I decide to put the blame

on you, even with Theo protecting you, the entire Spencer family…”

Rosalie paused, staring innocently at Cynthia.

Hearing that, Cynthia quickly let go of her hand.

This damn woman better not try to pin anything on her!

But… Was Rosalie pregnant or not?!

No, Rosalie definitely wouldn’t be so secretive if she suspected she was pregnant. If she really was

pregnant, she’d boast to everyone about it. She’d be begging Theo not to leave her!

Why would she be acting so discreetly now? She probably just had a stomach ache, or ate

something bad.

Rosalie looked coldly at Cynthia, then opened the restroom door and strode out.

In her flat shoes, she walked quickly. She glanced in Sebastian’s direction and headed towards him,

wanting to leave the restaurant.

Suddenly, a wave of dizziness struck her and her vision blurred. Her body weakened, and she

stumbled backwards, falling to the side.

She braced herself for the expected pain, but there was nothing.

Rosalie found herself in gentle arms. After a moment, she opened her eyes, and her vision was

clear again.

Theodore was holding her, his brows furrowed in worry.

“Rose, what’s wrong with you?”

Sebastian hurried over. “Theodore, let her go.”

Theodore ignored him, and said to Rosalie, “I’ll take you to the hospital.”

No, she couldn’t go to the hospital!

Rosalie quickly straightened herself, pushing Theodore away with force. But she pushed too hard,

stumbling back and bumping into Sebastian.

Sebastian quickly caught her. “Rose, are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Just take me away.

If she stayed here longer, Theodore might realize something was wrong. If he found out she was

pregnant, he definitely wouldn’t want the child. He made that clear enough last time when they were

dining at Rebecca’s house.

“Alright.”

Sebastian held Rosalie’s arm, about to lead her out of the restaurant.

up:

However, Theodore caught up and shouted, “Stop, let go of my wife!”

Sebastian furrowed his brows. He was about to speak when Cynthia’s voice suddenly cut in.

“Theo.”

Cynthia walked over to Theodore, linking her arm with his.

Seeing this, Rosalie looked up and spat coldly, “Mr. Spencer, you should take care of your beloved

woman. As I’ve said, my affairs are no longer your business.”

She emphasized her words. With Sebastian’s support, she left the

restaurant.

“Theo,” Cynthia said as she leaned against him, “I’m feeling a bit unwell. Can you take me home?”

Theodore stared blankly at Rosalie’s departing figure.

The words “none of your business” kept swirling in his mind.

Sebastian wanted to take Rosalie to the hospital for a checkup, but she felt tired, so he escorted her

home instead.

Reaching her doorstep, she shot him an apologetic look. “I’m sorry. I planned to go for a stroll after

dinner, but I didn’t expect to get tired. so quickly.”

“It’s okay. Your health comes first. Rest well for a while. Once you’re feeling better, you can do

whatever you want,” Sebastian reassured.

her.

Rosalie nodded. “Okay.”

‘Do you want to come in and sit for a while?”

“No, it’s fine. You should rest early tonight. I’ll leave now,” Sebastian said.

“Okay. Take care on your way back,” Rosalie said.

After Rosalie returned to her room, she felt completely drained. She took a shower and lay down on

the bed, wanting to sleep early.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.

Rosalie slowly opened her eyes. “Who is it?”

“Rose, it’s me.”

Rosalie immediately sat up from the bed, somewhat shocked.

Why was he back? Wasn’t he supposed to be with Cynthia?

Hearing no response from inside the room, Theodore’s voice rang again.

“At the resort today…” he began.

“That’s enough.” Rosalie interrupted him. “I’m tired and want to sleep. Please don’t disturb me.

Thank you.”

Theodore stood outside the door, his hand resting on it. He remained silent for a while, then sighed

and turned awa