Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Chapter 183

Theodore wanted to turn on the light to see if she was crying, but in the end, he refrained.

Instead, he gently held her hand and rubbed it lightly as he whispered softly in her ear, "I've said it before. I'll keep my distance from her." "Does that mean you won't go there anymore?" Rosalie asked.

But how could Theodore completely give up on Cynthia? That would be like signing his own death warrant, wouldn't it?

"Rose, are you jealous?" He noticed a hint of sourness in her voice.

Feeling her jealousy, his vanity as a man seemed to be satisfied.

"Jealous of what? I'm definitely not," Rosalie denied.

Theodore chuckled softly, and kissed her cheek. "Then why do I smell something sour?"

Blushing, Rosalie smiled shyly. "I don't know. I'm tired. I want to sleep.

She didn't want to answer any more of his questions. Saying too much would only make her seem too concerned about him. If he caught on, he'd tease her again. Theodore didn't press her further. He smiled knowingly, and wrapped his arms around her as he gradually drifted off to sleep.

This seemed to be the first time he hadn't gone to Cynthia when she

called him.

home for a few days.

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rest at home, and

Rosalie found it somewhat strange. She rarely saw Theodore on weekdays, as he was always busy. Plus, after their recent falling out, they had seen even less of each other. Before this, they didn't even

any more unreasonable demands, and just

had been observing Theodore to see if he had truly changed. If he really wanted to live well with her, she wanted to tell him about the

occasionally, asking if

she spoke to. Theodore didn't outright refuse. the fact that they

was busy lately, which earned him a scolding

both he and Rosalie could feel that Rebecca was secretly pleased that they were delaying

first, he answered; each time, he told Cynthia to rest well and that

come over.

Cynthia called again, he

had a nagging feeling. Had Theodore really cut ties

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Cynthia?

lay in bed, she gently stroked her tummy. It seemed to tremble ever so slightly, barely noticeable unless one looked closely. One's