Chapter 194

Sebastian sighed softly, then carefully laid Rosalie down on the bed. and tucked her in.

As he turned to fetch the thermometer, Rosalie caught his wrist.”

Don’t leave… Please don’t leave.”

“I won’t leave. I’m just going to get the thermometer to check your temperature.”

Rosalie’s eyes welled up with tears. “You’ll come back, right?”

“I’ll be back right away.”

“You’re lying to me. You won’t come back. You’ll go to be with Cynthia again. Every time she calls,

you go to her. You say she needs you, but I need you too. Me and the baby need you!” Rosalie

sobbed. “Theo, I’m pregnant. You’re going to be a father…!”

It should have been good news. Yet when she said it, it sounded so sad. She cried even harder.

“That’s wonderful. I’m going to be a father,” Sebastian played along, smiling tenderly.

“Are you happy?” Rosalie seemed incredulous. “Do you want this baby?”

“Of course I want this baby. It’s our little one. Why wouldn’t I want it?”

Rosalie was confused now, so he tried to go along as he didn’t want her to despair even more.

Perhaps when she came to her senses, she would forget about it.

At least for now, a brief moment of agreement could make her happy.

“Theo…” Rosalie gripped his hand. “I thought you didn’t want this

baby. I was scared to tell you. I thought you didn’t want him.”

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“How could I not? I want this baby. Please don’t cry,” Sebastian said. His voice was full of

compassion, stemming not just from playing along, but from genuine concern.

“Okay, I won’t cry anymore,” Rosalie said, wiping away her tears obediently.

.

Sebastian bent down, his slightly cold hand touching her face. “I’ll get the thermometer. Count to

sixty, and I’ll be back, okay?”

“Then I’ll start counting,” Rosalie sniffled.

“Good. I promise, I’ll be back before sixty seconds is up,” Sebastian assured her.

Rosalie nodded. Then, she released his hand and closed her eyes, silently counting.

As Rosalie reached around forty–something seconds, the bed sank down a bit.

“I’m back,” Sebastian said.

“Theo!” Rosalie exclaimed, throwing herself into his arms again. “I thought you wouldn’t come back.

I thought you went to Cynthia again.

The closer she got to sixty seconds, the more scared she became. Counting made her cry again.

“Why would I do that? I said I’d come back, and I did. I wouldn’t lie to you,” Sebastian assured her.

Theodore might deceive her, but Sebastian wouldn’t.

Theodore might leave her for another woman, but Sebastian wouldn’t.

This was the responsibilities and duties that a husband should

for his wife. However, Theodore didn’t do them. Instead, he left another man to do them in his

stead.

One man was someone Rosalie had known for ten years, the other for only a month. Yet, the

difference was immense.

Love didn’t care about the years. Sometimes, a glance was all it took.

Rosalie lifted her tear–stained face; she was trembling all over, her eyes filled with anxiety.

How badly had Theodore hurt her to make her feel this anxious? She looked like a frightened deer,

scared and heartbroken!

Sebastian’s heart clenched with pain. His hand gently stroked the back of her head, running through

her hair.

“Don’t cry. I’m back, just like I said. Crying too much isn’t good for the baby,” he said.

In truth, Sebastian was more concerned about how her constant

crying was affecting her own health. If she kept on like this, his heart would break.

Rosalie nodded vigorously. “I won’t cry. It’s not good for the baby. Here, Theo. Feel our baby.”