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.

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

EM

worries. You should also

back. Or do you want Theo to drop you

need, I'll manage. I

resembled the Grim Reaper escorting her. However, instead of going home, she went straight to the on-call room to sleep, since she had an early shift the next day anyway and wanted to avoid

your stomach? Why did it suddenly start

me and affected my digestion. It's

husband. After all, it would only take one small

again. It seems to be getting worse. Have you been taking your medication

sweating under the blanket. How was she going to explain

been feeling down lately, so it's

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

do you really want to get divorced

of anger. Instead, they were calm,

blanket tightly, Rosalie nodded reluctantly. Why prolong her suffering

sighed softly, a fleeting sense of loss