Chapter 213
Chasing My Pregnant Wife
âAn eyeâopener, huh? Thereâs still plenty for you to learn in this world,â Theodore muttered angrily.
âTell Rose Iâm waiting downstairs for her. My patience is wearing thin, and I donât mind making a
scene.â
Without waiting for a response, Theodore hung up the phone.
Sebastian gritted his teeth in frustration, his eyes flashing with icy fury. Theodore was behaving in
such an unreasonable manner. There must be something wrong with his brain!
Theodore was already here, and Sebastian couldnât keep it from
Rosalie. She had the right to know.
What Rosalie hated the most was being lied to. Theodore had already deceived her enough, and
Sebastian couldnât deceive her like
Theodore did.
Meanwhile, Rosalie was in a daze and halfâasleep. When she heard Sebastian mention Theodoreâs
arrival, all her drowsiness vanished and she sat up abruptly in bed.
She opened the door to find Sebastian standing outside.
âRose, stay in your room. Iâll go down and send him away,â Sebastian said, clarifying that he didnât
intend for Rosalie to leave with Theodore. Rosalie clutched her clothes tightly. She didnât want to
see Theodore now. Just hearing his name made her instinctively recoil and feel unbearable pain in
her heart.
She hadnât expected Theodore to show up here late at night.
Was he out of his mind? They were getting divorced tomorrow, so
what was the point?
Knowing Rosalie didnât want to see Theodore, Sebastian headed downstairs to send him away. If
Theodore insisted on causing
trouble, Sebastian didnât care. He was itching for a fight.
If Rosalie gave the word, heâd happily take on Theodore- consequences be damned!
Before Sebastian reached the door, Rosalie hurriedly caught up with him.
âSebastian,â ahe called out to him.
Sebastian turned back. âRose, why did you come down? Go back to your room. Iâll handle this.â
âNo, I have to handle this. Itâs between me and Theodore. I donât want to bother you.â
âRose, itâs not a bother. You donât have to worry. Iâllâ¦â
âSebastian,â Rosalie interrupted him. âIf you consider me a friend, then listen to me. You go inside
first, and Iâll handle this with Theodore.â
If Sebastian and Theodore met, they would surely argue; maybe even come to blows. After thinking
it over, Rosalie decided it was best for her to go alone. As long as they werenât divorced yet, she
couldnât avoid Theodore.
Rosalieâs eyes showed urgency. Though she wasnât crying, they glistened like tears, evoking a
painful heartache in Sebastianâs chest.
Sebastian sighed and nodded. âAlright. If anything seems wrong, call me right away.â
Rosalie nodded back, and gently nudged Sebastian. âGo in, okay?â Sebastian stepped back. He
stood at the door, but did
didnât go in
Rosalie walked towards the front gate.
A black sports car was parked outside. Theodore stepped out, his tall figure exuding an aura of
coldness in the dark night.
He strode towards Rosalie, his voice chilly as he said, âOpen the gate.â
âWhat do you want?â Rosalie tried to remain calm.
âIâm taking you home,â Theodore replied with a stormy look.
âIâm sorry, I donât want to go back. Itâs late, and itâs inappropriate for you to be here. Please go back
on your own,â Rosalie said, trying to maintain a polite tone.