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

it was Rosale's

peer fed that way to

mon but

divorced. She acting like this." snapped

seem like she was the one who had brought

another woman, why bother

help but stop to watch the drama unfold before them. Humans were curious

grabbed

the car was unusually heavy. The driver dared not even breathe loudly as he drove. Anyone with a discerning

was also in

up. "What have I done? Have I mistreated you, or did

directed at her, especially the last semence. It was as if he was reminding her

clear from the beginning.

enough. He was making it seem like she was the one

Spencer, you've been kind to me and

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

seamlessly switch between different roles and emotions, but I can't. If we're going to divorce,

words made the atmosphere in the car

slowly said, "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

snapped out of character and no longer saw me as