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?"

her room very closely recently, and we couldn't find the

talk about

felt rather exhausted, what with two women bugging him

divorce at the

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

rushed to her bedside to pat her back. Concerned, he asked,

me, how much longer must I wait? Will I

please both parties at the same time. He wondered what he

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

a long time, he gently patted the back of her head and

calm, yet helpless tone told Cynthia that she would get nothing. out of continuing with her tantrum. Since he failed to get their resident register, filing for a divorce was impossible right now.

looked up to say, Can you stay

back on the bed. He tucked her in, wiped the tears from her cheeks, and said

tender voice,

"Okay, I won't"

the bed., "Theodore, sleep on the bed. You need to