Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Chapter 181

Theodore leaned against the wall with one hand, every muscle taut. Rosalie was close, and she felt every ounce of his strength.

He didn't seem weak at all; yet strangely enough, she believed his

words.

Theodore stared at her flushed cheeks. A thin mist covered her fair face, making her look even lovelier than usual, she was irresistibly

attractive.

Rosalie appeared delicate and vulnerable, but he knew she needed care too. Her heart was soft; despite his many faults, she forgave him

time and time.

At only twenty-one, she was in the prime of her youth-and yet, she always seemed saddened by him.

Sometimes, he really did feel like a jerk.

After Theodore finished bathing, Rosalie's face was almost as red as a tomato. She dried him off, blew dry his hair, dressed him in pajamas, and helped him into bed. The whole process felt like she was taking care of a child.

As Theodore lay in bed, silently watching her bustling around for him, she placed a glass of water on his bedside table. "You should rest

now."

"What about you?"

to let her go, like a sick child unwilling to

take a

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sleep first."

obediently, and closed his

satisfaction. She got

opened his eyes. He pulled down the covers, as he felt unbearably

She found him on the bed, seemingly asleep. She sat by the bed, staring

light, Theodore turned over. He pulled her into his arms tightly, then

blushed. "You're

he

you.

we both smell

same shower gel, which carried a jasmine

his head in her neck and inhaling her scent deeply. "You smell better than

He always made everything a competition, and wanted to

smell good. Now hurry up and sleep. The doctor said you need rest,"