Chapter 180

“I’ll sleep here tomorrow night, too,” she finally said.

The baby would want his father’s company, too.

“What about the night after?”

Theodore pushed his luck like a little child asking for candies, and he wanted more of it every day.

“That too.”

“What about the night after that?” he pursued relentlessly, like haunting phantom.

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“I won’t go back to my room to sleep. I’ll move my things here and sleep with you.”

He was asking so many questions, it made her blush. She swept her slightly warm cheeks with the

back of her hand.

“Really?” Theodore said in disbelief, looking doubtfully at her.

“Of course. Why would I lie to you about this? Lie down first and get some rest. I’ll go to my room

and grab my sleepwear.”

“All right. You have to come back, okay? I’ll wait for you until you come back before I sleep.”

He finally released her hand and laid down on a bed, looking like an abandoned child.

Rosalie smiled helplessly, suddenly feeling like a mother. She was in fact one already the moment

she became pregnant. Perhaps she. could treat Theodore like a child, and practice being a mother.

Rosalie didn’t bring many things from her room. By the time she

returned to Theodore’s room with her things, she realized that he

wasn’t inside.

Rosalie unpacked her things. She saw that the door to the washroom was open, and the shower

was on–he was probably taking a shower.

The doctor said his wound shouldn’t be exposed to water.

Rosalie felt worried, wondering if Theodore was being careful enough. She tip–toed to the door, and

saw him throwing his clothes on the floor. She immediately turned around, her face blushing so red

it felt

like it was on fire.

Suddenly, she heard a groan from inside the washroom.

Rosalie turned to see Theodore collapsed on the floor. In a fit of anxiety, she barged in and

exclaimed, “Theo, are you all right?!”

She helped him up and his body crumpled weakly in her arms once

more.

He said piteously, “Rose, my head is spinning.”

He furrowed his brows, his tall and strong stature forming a stark contrast with his weak and

vulnerable posture.

Rosalie trusted him, and took him seriously. What’s more, he had gotten hurt because of her.

She hugged him tight, and asked, “Should I bring you to the hospital. for a check–up?”

The doctor said that he had a mild concussion, but it didn’t seem mild

in the least to her.

“It’s all right. I’ll be fine after some rest, but I can’t shower by myself.”

He looked pitifully at her, his intentions clear as day.

Rosalie blushed even redder. Although they were husband and wife, it

didn’t change the fact that she felt very shy each time she saw him

naked.

“All right, I’ll help you shower. Can you stand straight?”

Those were the words that Theodore wanted to hear from her. That she would help him with his

shower.

Rosalie didn’t notice the smug look that flashed past his face.

She helped Theodore up from the floor and stood under the shower head to feel the temperature of

the water. Drops of water landed on her shirt, slowly wetting it.

Theodore stood up straight, and saw her figure through her wet

clothes. His gaze turned hot as he said, “Take your clothes off. They’re all wet.”

Rosalie wiped the water from her face, and shook her head shyly. “I’ll shower you first.”

She felt much too embarrassed to be naked before him while he was naked.

Theodore didn’t force her. He simply stood right there obediently; letting her rub soap all over him,

rinse him, and dry him.