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?"

room very closely recently, and we couldn't find the chance to sneak in. Go

talk about it

exhausted, what with two women

a divorce at the same

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 chest, and

rushed to her bedside to pat her back. Concerned, he asked, "How are

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

between the two women made it impossible for him to please both parties

make the best decision in his business, but in matters of the heart, he seemed to

patted the back of her head and reminded. her, "It's getting

get nothing. out of continuing with her tantrum. Since he failed to get their resident register, filing for a divorce was impossible right now. Throwing a tantrum wouldn't help things, and

looked up

helping her back on the bed. He tucked her in, wiped the tears from

voice, "Don't

"Okay, I won't"

"Theodore, sleep on the bed. You need to