Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Chapter 117

Alright Party up and sit down Buttere and conlly kept a

Theodore deliberately sat next to peale, profanding for b

"Grandine, you look even better than before Theodore arteand

"Don't try to sweet talk me My good spirits are all thankes ke Roshe cheering me up You haven't done anything You've only managed th angen the "

Rebecca wasn't holding back at all

Therardiore wasn't offended the was very respectful to Rebecca, he knew then strictness was for his own good, so he didn't truly get upset "Vien corry, Grandma I was wrong," he apologized sincerely "M's good that you know that I'm going to punish you, then, Rebecca said, turning to Zane. 'Get him a bottle of wine. Let us punish himself with three cups first

Soon, Zane brought a bottle of red wine. He poured it into a tail glass. and placed it in front of Theodore

"Grandma, Rosalie said hurriedly, he has to drive back later 11 wouldn't be good for him to drink

he gets drunk, the driver will take him home," Rebecca insisted, turning to Theodore. "What are you waiting for? Aren't you going to accept your punishment?" Theodore smiled helplessly. Then, he lifted the glass and drank all the wine

that Theodore really was going to punish himself with three cups, and Zane

drink so much at once. Take it slowly. Grandma didn't say you had to

did something wrong, he needs to accept punishment," Rebecca

tried to feed Theodore some food. "Here, have

stomach would make him feel terrible later when he

glass of wine had already gone into his stomach, the discomfort was dispelled by her concern. He opened his

subtle interactions between the

but this time it was more like three-quarters of a glass. It was almost as

served alongside Rebecca for many years, Zane naturally had some respect from Theodore. However,

glass, Rosalie became increasingly anxious. She turned her head, and couldn't help but complain, "Zane, why did you

plain her tone

standing up for

to worry whers, he probably wants me to pour a

Theodore, his eyes reflecting composure and wisdoms *tent that right, Master