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

If 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

It seemed that Theodore really was going to punish himself with three cups, and Zane wasn't holding back at all -he had poured such a

don't drink so much at once. Take it slowly.

don't worry about him. If he did something wrong, he needs to accept punishment," Rebecca

food?" Rosalie tried to feed Theodore some food. "Here,

on an empty stomach would make him feel terrible later when

food, Theodore suddenly felt warm. Even though half a glass of wine had already gone into his stomach, the discomfort was dispelled by her

the subtle interactions between the

but this time it was more like three-quarters of a glass. It was almost as if he was deliberately making it difficult for

naturally had some respect from Theodore. However, he poured

Rosalie became increasingly anxious. She turned her head, and couldn't help but complain, "Zane, why did you pour so much?" Mogh it engebete

plain her tone

standing up

his alcohol well You don't need to worry whers, he probably wants me to

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