Chapter 183

Theodore wanted to turn on the light to see if she was crying, but in the end, he refrained.

Instead, he gently held her hand and rubbed it lightly as he whispered softly in her ear, “I’ve said it

before. I’ll keep my distance from her.”

“Does that mean you won’t go there anymore?” Rosalie asked.

But how could Theodore completely give up on Cynthia? That would be like signing his own death

warrant, wouldn’t it?

“Rose, are you jealous?” He noticed a hint of sourness in her voice.

Feeling her jealousy, his vanity as a man seemed to be satisfied.

“Jealous of what? I’m definitely not,” Rosalie denied.

Theodore chuckled softly, and kissed her cheek. “Then why do I smell something sour?”

Blushing, Rosalie smiled shyly. “I don’t know. I’m tired. I want to sleep.

She didn’t want to answer any more of his questions. Saying too much would only make her seem

too concerned about him. If he caught on, he’d tease her again.

Theodore didn’t press her further. He smiled knowingly, and wrapped his arms around her as he

gradually drifted off to sleep.

This seemed to be the first time he hadn’t gone to Cynthia when she

called him.

Theodore stayed at home for a few days. The doctor said he needed

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to rest at home, and not overexert himself.

Theodore obediently followed the doctor’s instructions. These past few days, he had been at home

with Rosalie–a rare opportunity for the couple to spend so much time together.

Rosalie found it somewhat strange. She rarely saw Theodore on weekdays, as he was always

busy. Plus, after their recent falling out, they had seen even less of each other.

Before this, they didn’t even sleep in the same room. But now, their relationship had eased a lot,

and they were sleeping together again.

Theodore didn’t make any more unreasonable demands, and just held her.

In fact, these past few days, Rosalie had been observing Theodore to see if he had truly changed. If

he really wanted to live well with her, she wanted to tell him about the pregnancy.

However, Rosalie was afraid it was all just a temporary illusion.

Rebecca called occasionally, asking if they had finalized the divorce.

It was always Theodore she spoke to. Theodore didn’t outright refuse. the fact that they were going

to divorce. He simply told his

grandmother that he was busy lately, which earned him a scolding from Rebecca several times.

Despite that, both he and Rosalie could feel that Rebecca was secretly pleased that they were

delaying their divorce.

A few times, Rosalie saw Cynthia calling Theodore again. At first, he answered; each time, he told

Cynthia to rest well and that he wouldn’t

come over.

Later on, when Cynthia called again, he didn’t pick up.

Rosalie had a nagging feeling. Had Theodore really cut ties with

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Cynthia?

At night, after Rosalie finished her shower and lay in bed, she gently stroked her tummy. It seemed

to tremble ever so slightly, barely noticeable unless one looked closely.

One’s mood could truly affect the body. With a good mood, the body felt better; even her morning

sickness improved significantly.

Ding!

Her phone rang. Rosalie picked it up, and saw a message from Stephanie.

[Have you told your husband yet?]

[Told him what?]

[Don’t play dumb! About the pregnancy!]

[Not yet.]

Stephanie sent a rolling eyes emoji

[Why you haven’t told him yet? How long are you going to wait?]

[I’m too nervous. There were a few times I wanted to tell him, but my heart was pounding so hard.]