Chapter 16
Chasing My Pregnant Wife
âLetâs wait a bit longer. Grandma was in a good mood last night. If we suddenly bring up divorce,
she wonât be able to handle it.â
âOkay.â Rosalie suddenly remembered something and added, âDonât worry. When we tell her, Iâll
say that initiated the divorce. Iâll tell Grandma that I only married you out of respect for her.
âAlthough youâve been good to me, being with you hasnât made me happy at all. Itâs not your fault. I
just have feelings for someone else. Grandma cares for me deeply, so she probably wonât hold it
against you if I frame things that way.â
Even as they were about to divorce, Rosalie was primarily concerned about Theodore. She was
doing everything she could to ensure Rebecca wouldnât blame him.
Theodore stirred the cereal in his bowl, not taking a bite for a long while. His lips twitched, as if he
was smiling yet suppressing something.
After a long silence, he said darkly, âThe way you say it sounds like thatâs truly what you feel.â
He looked up, his eyes simmering with intense heat as he continued, â Youâve been enduring it all
this time, havenât you?â
Rosalie clutched her dress tightly, her expression growing increasingly grim.
She had been considering his welfare, but he twisted her words to suit his own agenda. Did he
intentionally misunderstand her words so that it would seem reasonable for their marriage to come
to an end?
âWhy arenât you answering? Have you really been feeling that way?â
Theodoreâs question carried even more significance than his previous one. It was as if he was
insisting on an answer, or even a confession. from her.
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It was true that Rosalie had been enduring for a long time.
She had endured not confessing her feelings to him, not telling him she loved him, and not telling
him he was the only one she wanted. She had done it all because before they got married,
Theodore had said he couldnât give her any sincere affection and could divorce her at any time.
Perhaps because her emotions were too intense, Rosalie suddenly felt a tumultuous sensation in
her stomach. She quickly stood up
from her chair, covering her mouth as she left. Her sudden departure disrupted everything.
Theodore quickly stood and followed her. âWhatâs wrong with you?â
Rosalie had been acting strangely these past few days.
Rosalie quickly returned to the bedroom, slamming the door shut and locking it behind her. She
rushed into the bathroom and closed the door before leaning over the toilet to throw up.
Theodore grabbed the doorknob and pulled hard, only to find the door locked from the inside. He
clenched his fist and knocked on the door
a few times.
âRose, why did you lock the door? Open up!â
He didnât know what was happening inside. He could hear some noises, but it wasnât clear enough.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
He pounded on the door even harder, his tone growing impatient.
Rose, open the door!â
But there was no sign of the door opening.
Unable to take it anymore, he turned and shouted, âButler, get the keys!
The butler quickly arrived with a bunch of keys and skillfully unlocked the door.
Theodore burst into the room to find Rosalie lying in bed, curled up under a blanket that completely
covered her. He hurried to the bedside and pulled back the covers. Seeing her sickly pale face, as
though she was unwell, filled him with worry.
âWhatâs wrong with you?â
âIâm fine, just a bit tired. I wanted to rest alone for a while.â
He reached out to feel her forehead. âAre you sick?â
âIâm not sick, just tired. Please, leave me alone,â Rosalie insisted as she pushed him away.
âCome on, weâre going to the hospital,â Theodore said as he attempted to lift the covers off her.
âNo! I said Iâm fine. I just want to sleep. Please donât disturb me, okay?
Rosalieâs voice grew more anxious.
Without another thought, Theodore threw off the covers and lift