Chapter 96
Chasing My Pregnant Wife
With a thermometer in her mouth, Rosalie looked tired but also pouty. It was kind of cute, yet really
heartbreaking. When enough time had passed, Theodore took the thermometer from her mouth and
checked the temperature.
Thirtyâeight degrees. She had a slight fever.
Seeing this number, Theodoreâs brow furrowed with worry. âIâll take you to the hospital for some IV
fluids.â
âNo, I donât want to go to the hospital,â Rosalie firmly refused.
âBut you have a fever, you need-â
âTheodore, why do you want to take me to the hospital again? Youâve already traumatized me. Donât
you remember? Itâs because of you i ended up like this. What else do you want?â
Rosalie was deliberately being harsh as she was terrified of going to the hospital. If he found out
she was pregnant, it would be a disaster.
Theodore paused, then said, âOkay, you donât have to go to the hospital. Iâll have a doctor come
over instead.â
âAnthony gave me medicine, and Iâve already taken it. I just want to sleep now.â
In actuality, Rosalie had only drank the water, and had thrown the medicine in the trash. Seeing the
empty cup on the bedside table, Theodore sighed and placed his hand on his wifeâs forehead.
âIâm sorry.â
Rosalie pushed his hand away and lay down in bed, turning away from him. Her eyes were slightly
red as she chewed on her fingernail
and ignored him. What was the point of him apologizing now?
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Though he sighed again, Theodore sat by her bed for a long time. It was only when he noticed
Rosalie finally drifting off to sleep that he carefully tucked her in and went into the bathroom. When
he came out again, he was freshly showered.
It was raining outside, with strong winds blowing into the room through the open windows, causing
the curtains to flutter. Rosalie seemed to be awake again, but in a daze. Coughing a few times, she
was constantly tossing and turning as though she couldnât find a comfortable position.
Theodore hurriedly closed the windows. He came to the bed and lay down next to Rosalie, pulling
the blanket over her again. But she still seemed very uncomfortable, frowning deeply and constantly
moving, never settling down.
Theodore could only lay there with her and hold her tightly, wrapping the blanket around her more
securely. Growing more worried, he put his hand on her forehead to feel her temperature.
âHoney,â Rosalie suddenly murmured.
It seemed that she was calling out to him.
âIâm here, Rose,â Theodore said as he tightly held her hand.
Rosalie frowned, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes. She snuggled into his embrace, holding
him tightly
âHoney, where are you?â
âRose, Iâm right here beside you,â Theodore whispered gently in her ear, cradling her face.
âNo, youâre gone. You always leave!â
Theodore felt a sudden pang in his heart.
Rose
âI hate you⦠I hate you!â Rosalie clenched her fists and pounded the manâs chest fiercely. âThate
you!â
Theodore closed his eyes in resignation. He planted a kiss on her forehead as she continued to hit
his chest.
Rose, itâs all my fault.â
If he hadnât impulsively dragged her out, she wouldnât have caught a cold and wouldnât have a fever.
He wished he was the one who was
Eventually, Rosalie tired herself out and drifted off to a fitful sleep in his arms. After a while,
Theodore got out of bed and went into the bathroom. Soon, he came out with a damp towel, placing
it on her forehead to cool her down. He went back and forth, replacing the towel many times.
Finally, in the late hours of the night, Rosalie was finally peacefully fast asleep. Setting the towel
aside. Theodore lay down next to her and tested her temperature again, then hugged her tightly.