Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Chapter 21

"This is Mr. Sebastian Carter, the primary shareholder of Ashwick University."

Another round of thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

A young man in a sharp suit elegantly walked onto the stage, nodding slightly to everyone before finally arriving at Rosalie's side.

Rosalie was somewhat shocked when she saw who it was. Wasn't he the gentleman she had shared a table with at the restaurant a few days ago?

-When Sebastian saw her, he also seemed slightly surprised but didn't show it. He accepted the degree certificate from the dean's hands.

Rosalie stepped forward to receive her degree certificate. She bowed. slightly, keeping her head lowered. The tassel on the right side of her mortarboard hung down. As per tradition, Sebastian gently moved the tassel from the right to the left. With that, the ceremony was complete.

Looking up, Rosalie was about to express her gratitude when she suddenly felt a wave of dizziness that caused her to stagger.

Sebastian immediately reached out to support her, pulling her into his arms in a rather intimate position.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Rosalie felt her vision blur, almost unable to see the people in the audience who were whispering among themselves, unsure of what was happening onstage.

sharp gaze locked onto the stage, dark

Rosalie quickly broke free

embrace.

+25 BONUS

didn't eat breakfast this morning, so

rest for a while," the

before walking off the stage with her degree

but suddenly found herself unable to see the stairs clearly. Though she couldn't tell where to step, she

As she was

said, "Next, let's invite

rushing past him. Shortly after, screams and gasps came from

a step and

"Ahhh!"

stomach to protect her abdomen. But instead of feeling the pain of falling onto the hard, cold floor, she felt herself falling into a warm

to her senses to find herself pressed against Sebastian's body. She hurriedly

move.

about her despite

was an uproar at the scene, with everyone standing