Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Chapter 222

Rosalie gently rubbed her fingertip over that shallow scar, feeling at pang in her heart. Involuntarily, she recalled the chaotic scene whent he had rushed forward without hesitation.

She couldn't forget how Theodore had hurt hor, but neither could she forget his kindness. The mixture of good and bad was undoubtedly. painful and confusing.

She would rather blindly remember his goodness and forget the bad, or only recall his faults and become extremely angry. But she couldn't be that simple, nor could she be extreme. She was stuck in the middle, stuck remembering both his good and bad deeds. So, she consistently wavered without a firm stance.

In the end, she was the one who would get hurt the most.

Theodore grabbed her hand, seeing the sadness in her eyes. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, a suffocating despair.

Yes, it was despair, he carefully considered. It seemed like he had indeed fallen into despair, his body and soul submerged in her sorrowful gaze.

What did her gaze mean? Didn't she say she didn't love him? Wasn't she unhappy with their marriage and fed up with it for a long time?

him with such reluctance? Moreover, hadn't she

It was absurd.

tried to reassure himself, thinking that

to Sebastian's place. Something might have even

a raging lion as flames of anger erupted from his eyes. He kissed her lips fiercely, as if venting his anger.

to push him away, and her hands

resistance, he seized her hands and pinned them above her head. It went

let her hands go

had stopped struggling,

Rosalie's indifferent gaze, he clenched his fists. The anger. in his eyes seemed to dissipate

said nothing, as if

the bed. He said coldly, "Be at the