Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Chapter 60

Rosalie's anger made Theodore uneasy, making him feel like a child who had been caught misbehaving.

Worried that Rosalie might make herself sick with anger, Stephanie was about to comfort her friend, when suddenly, a voice broke the silence.

"Ms. Carter, I'm sorry."

Stephanie thought she had misheard, until she looked up and met the man's apologetic gaze. Although he didn't seem remorseful, the fact that he had apologized to her for Rosalie's sake was already surprising enough.

Stephanie was so surprised that she momentarily forgot how to respond. After a few seconds, she regained her composure and

grinned.

"It's alright."

As Rosalie's close friend, she felt obligated to accept his apology, as it would put Rosalie in a difficult position if she didn't.

"Ms. Carter, I meant to say that you don't have to worry about Rose

because I'm here. It's late, so you should head home and rest," Theodore said, his voice noticeably calmer than before, resembling his usual composed self. Seeing one apologize and the other accept, Rosalie's frustration

eased a bit.

have work tomorrow, right? Go home and get some rest, okay? You've been a great

EM

worries. You should also rest,"

way back. Or do you

need, I'll manage. I drove myself anyway.

she went straight to the on-call room to sleep, since she had an early shift the next day anyway and wanted to avoid the

asked, "What's going on with your stomach? Why did it suddenly start hurting?

eating lately probably didn't agree with me and

from her husband. After all, it would only take

to be getting

hands were sweating under the blanket. How was

been feeling down lately, so it's normal for my health to suffer. Maybe I'll feel better after we

crushed Theodore's heart, like someone had taken a hammer to it. He wanted to say something, but considering Rosalie's current condition, he held back, deciding to wait until she

get divorced

they were calm, as if

the blanket tightly, Rosalie nodded reluctantly. Why prolong her suffering if she could

softly, a fleeting sense of loss crossing his eyes. Finally,