Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Chapter 19

"Just wait here for me, okay? What kind of man waits outside the women's restroom? Even if you're not embarrassed, I am," Rosalie said.

Theodore remained silent for a moment, then let go of her hand." Alright, I'll wait here for you."

Rosalie immediately handed him the bottle of water, turned around, and walked away quickly.

"Slow down. Be careful not to fall," Theodore reminded her, his tone serious yet filled with concern.

Passersby couldn't help but envy the couple.

Rosalie slowed down. She clutched her chest tightly and frowned. It was a pity that his concern had come too late.

She rushed into the restroom and closed the door. Then, she

immediately knelt in front of the toilet bowl, forcing herself to throw up by shoving her fingers down her throat.

"Ugh..."

A strong sense of discomfort surged from her stomach and throat, and she forcefully expelled all three pills she had swallowed. She flushed the toilet once she was done, then stumbled to her feet, unable to stand steadily.

After splashing her face with cold water, Rosalie walked out of the restroom and happened to see Theodore approaching. She was glad she had come out early. If she had emerged a few minutes later, he would definitely have heard her throwing up.

"Why did you come here? Didn't I ask you to wait +

wife was

wing problems

like it

peer fed that

mon but

divorced. She acting like this." snapped

He kept making it seem like she was the one who

bother pretending to be a

but stop to watch the drama unfold before

face tumed semifyingly dark. He grabbed Rosalie's hand and pulled her

loudly as he drove. Anyone with a

also in a

Have

interrogation directed at her, especially the last semence. It was

clear from the beginning.

making it

Spencer, you've been kind to me and

would get divorced once she returned. Now that we're going to be divorced soon, you don't have to continue treating me like your

If we're going to divorce, let's do it cleanly and leave no room

made the atmosphere in the car even more oppressive than

"Rosalie, how many times do I have to tell you? We're not divorced yet! Yes, I know we'll eventually get divorced. Do you think we're actors playing a role until the director calls cut? Are we

out of character