Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Chapter 221

Rosalie quickly shifted away from him, putting some distance

between them. Her expression was wary as she asked, "What are you doing?"

"You told me to rest, right? This is my room and my bed. Of course I'm going to lie down here!"

The usually dignified man now seemed like a spiteful troublemaker, shameless and unreserved. Strangely, it carried an undeniable allure

about him.

Rosalie had the urge to reprimand him, but she couldn't find a reason to argue back. It was indeed his home, and she would move out after

the divorce.

"Fine, since this is your room, you sleep here. I'll leave," she said.

was their last night together. Things between her and Theodore had

moved to get off the bed. Despite her attempts to free herself, she found it impossible. Rosalie frowned. "What

him what he was doing

he doing? He was her husband, but she treated him like a stranger. Whenever

and treated him like a

Everything I do is

the bed, pinning her down. His large hand gripped her chin, exerting more and more pressure and almost

going to eat you. Even

released her chin, unbuttoning his shirt and spreading it open, his chest heaving dramatically. Even from a distance, Rosalie could hear the pounding of his heart. His eyes blazed with such intensity

furiously, her nerves on edge. She swallowed hard. Uneasy,

shouldn't..."

kiss you, touch you, or sleep with

gripped the bedsheet beneath her, "Exactly. Don't forget Cynthia's situation. You promised her you'd marry

down on either side of her face, his eyes flashing severely. "But I never said

onto his lips. "Let's do the math. We still