Chapter 342
Chasing My Pregnant Wife
âIâm not avoiding you. I just got my period. Thereâs nothing wrong. Iâm sorry you had to come back
for nothing,â Rosalie said.
She knew Theodore was very busy, so she usually tried not to bother him. She was obedient and
quiet.
They had only been married for a short time. She was learning to be a good wife and getting
accustomed to Theodore being her husband. She wanted them to be comfortable around each
other as a married
couple, but she still felt that things were somewhat surreal.
There seemed to be a distance between her and Theodoreâlike she was just an ordinary girl
secretly admiring an unattainable idol, longing for him day and night.
And one day, she suddenly got to be with that idol, and they became husband and wife. She was in
a panic and at a loss. In a short time, she didnât know how to get along with her idol. Every move
was made cautiously, because she was afraid of being disliked by him.
âWhatâs there to be sorry about?â Theodore frowned slightly, his handsome face now rather stern.
âWeâre husband and wife now. You should tell me if your stomach hurts.â
âWhy?â Rosalie instinctively asked.
It was just menstrual pain, and it wouldnât help to tell anyone. If she told Theodore, she was afraid
he would be annoyed. He couldnât stop her menstrual cramps, either.
Hearing Rosalie ask him this question, Theodore snorted lightly, as if he found it ridiculous. He was
also a little unhappy. âWhy are you! asking me why? Iâm your husband. Why wouldnât you tell me?â
Rosalie was rendered speechless.
So just because he was her husband, she had to tell him? Wasnât he afraid she would act like a
spoiled child with him?
She stared at him blankly.
Theodore sighed softly, and said gently, âSilly. If you tell me, I can take you to see a doctor.â
Theodore wouldnât say something as useless as âdrink more hot
water.â
A fuzzy feeling spread from Rosalieâs heart to her entire body. Perhaps because he said such warm
words, her pain eased a lot.
However, the waves of pain that followed struck down all her illusions fiercely.
âUghâ¦â Rosalie clutched her stomach, groaning in pain and falling into Theodoreâs arms.
It really hurt, so much so that she couldnât bear it. It was like someone was tearing her apart from
inside, and with the intention of pulling her intestines out.
âThis wonât do. Iâm taking you to the hospital.â Theodore was
shocked, and he lifted the blanket covering Rosalie.
Rosalie was still dressed. She had changed with the intention to go to school, but the pain made her
fall back onto the bed.
Just as Theodore was about to lift her off the bed, she said hurriedly,â Thereâs no need. Itâs just
normal menstrual cramps. The doctors wonât be able to do anything about it.
Although hearing advice like âdrink more hot waterâ was annoying, she really needed to drink more
hot water right now.
âThen Iâll find a doctor who can do something about it for you. At the very least, you should do a
checkâup so we know whatâs causing it. Otherwise, youâll be in so much pain every time.â
âTheo, I reallyâ¦â
âShut up.â Theodore interrupted her, his gaze cold and domineering, but also with a hint of moving
concern. âThis is not up for discussion.â
This matter concerned her safety, so he would not compromise.
Theodore had her lean against the headboard before he went to fetch her a pair of flat shoes.
Rosalie was in so much pain that she couldnât even sit up straight, and fell back onto the bed.
Theodore placed her feet on his lap and helped her put on the shoes. Then, he lifted her off the bed
and carried her out of the room. His strong arms held her tightly, and Rosalieâs face was pressed
against his sturdy chest.
Even through his suit, she could hear his steady heartbeat. It was strong and powerful.
Coincidentally, the shoes he had helped her put on back then were the same ones she was wearing
today.
Rosalie had many pairs of shoes, and she rarely wore the same pair twice in a row. However, the
pair she was wearing now had been worn four or five times.
Whenever someone helped her put on shoes, no matter if it was
Theodore or Sebastian, it would always involve these particular shoes:
They were a pair of ordinary white flats, but they treated it with great gentleness.
Rosalie felt a lump in her throat.
She would think of Theodore often. Even when she saw something insignificant happen, or hear
something as simple as a word, she would easily associate it with him.
This kind of situation either meant she loved him or hated him, to the point she saw him
everywhere.
Sebastianâs movements were light and gentle. Soon, Rosalie had her shoes on, and he tied her
shoelaces into beautiful bows.
After tying the laces, Sebastian lifted his head. He was about to tell her it was done, but he noticed
that she seemed to be in a trance, her gaze wandering as if lost in thought.