Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Chapter 198

Rosalie was still feeling slightly dizzy and lethargic. Her voice was hoarse, and her throat felt dry.

Sebastian, the thoughtful man he was, poured her a cup of hot water from the thermos.

Rosalie took the cup from him, and downed the whole thing. It made her feel much better, and even the fuzziness in her mind cleared up as memories from last night came flooding back. Although details escaped her, she could roughly make out what happened.

"You lied to me," Rosalie suddenly said coldly, her face solemn.

Sebastian looked at her in shock. Did she remember that he tried to take advantage of her last night?

Panicked, he tried to explain. "Rose, ..."

"You clearly took care of me the entire night, but you're lying and telling me that you didn't," Rosalie cut him off, not letting him speak. The more you lie, the worse I feel. I'd rather you tell me the truth." Sebastian looked straight into Rosalie's eyes; he could sense that she wasn't blaming him one bit, and heaved a sigh of relief. He chuckled, and looked tenderly yet slightly apologetically at her. "You had a fever last night, but you couldn't take any medicine. I was worried about you, so I decided to stay here with you."

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letting her stay in the hotel. What if she ended up all

daze as blurry images flashed past her mind. She vaguely remembered being wrapped in a man's

as he

him. Suddenly, a bad feeling struck her. Did the fever make

she asked uneasily,

you didn't. Your fever knocked you out cold, and you

Rosalie discovered what happened last

sigh of relief. Perhaps she had very vivid dreams. because of her fever last night, and the blurry images that popped up in her mind were from her dreams. "Thank you. I really

she didn't know what

at her. "The best way to thank me is to never be so upset over someone who isn't worth it. I know it's easier said than done, but time heals all wounds." Rosalie looked down as

Time heals all wounds...

his words pierced

and said gloomily, "Do you also think time. will wash away love

that was true, what was the point of love? If there was an expiry date to love,

looked solemnly at