Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Chapter 132

After Rosalie hung up, Theodore placed his phone by the side with a cold expression. He sat back down on the couch in the ward.

He took the medicine that the doctor prescribed him, and felt better with his body temperature going down. "Theodore, what's the matter? You don't look too good," Cynthia said, sensing that the call was from Rosalie. "I'm fine. Go get some rest."

"Theodore, how's things going with the resident register? You haven't. told me whether you've gotten them already."

She had been waiting expectantly for an entire day. She event anxiously asked Theodore about it when he entered the ward, but he hadn't told her anything about it until now. Theodore replied, "We didn't get it."

He didn't exude much emotion in his reply. There was no anger, frustration or regret.

"What?!"

Cynthia started panting upon hearing Theodore's reply. She had sensed that something was wrong the moment Theodore walked in, but continued clinging to the last vestige of hope.

Now that she finally heard from him that he couldn't get their resident register, she could feel herself on the verge of breaking down.

"Why did this happen? Didn't you guys have a plan for today?"

just didn't get it. Grandma's been guarding her room very closely recently, and we couldn't

about

with two women bugging him to

divorce at

for you for way too long. How long more are you going to make me wait? I don't even know whether I can live that long! I..." Cynthia almost couldn't catch her breath as she spoke. She clutched. her

couch, and rushed to her bedside to pat her

arms around his waist. "Tell me, how much longer must I wait? Will I never stand a chance? Will I never get to

please both parties at the same time. He wondered what he had to do to make them

business, but in matters of the heart, he

of her

get their resident register, filing for a divorce was impossible right now. Throwing a tantrum

from her face, and looked up to say,

down," Theodore said, helping her back on the bed. He tucked her in, wiped the tears from her cheeks,

tender voice,

"Okay, I won't"

of the bed., "Theodore, sleep on the bed. You need to get some sleep,