Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

"Don't be scared," Theodore said, holding her hand. "I'll help you chase those bad guys away."

Rosalie burst out laughing. "What if you're the bad guy?"

Theodore's face stiffened. "Do you mean to tell me that I was the bad guy who chased you in your nightmare?"

Rosalie, wanting to tease him, nodded. "Yes. You were chasing after me with a knife, wanting to kill me. I was so frightened."

Theodore's face turned cold, and he stood up. "Looks like I didn't chase you hard enough. I would've chopped you to pieces straight away."

It was bad enough she had a nightmare. To think she even dreamt of him as a bad guy who wanted to kill her! How terrible was he in her eyes? Then, he was reminded of how she thought he would throw her down the stairs last time.

Ridiculous!

He didn't dare to continue thinking about how tarnished his image was in her eyes.

Perhaps her impression of him had sunk so low-beyond even the deepest valley, deep in the crevices of the earth, close to its core.

Rosalie rubbed her eyes. "Are you angry at me? It's just a dream. Why are you being so petty?"

"I..." Theodore was annoyed.

nonsense from everywhere,"

about at night. You think I want to kill you, so you dreamt that. You thought I wanted

Rosalie forced a smile.

"Yeah," she conceded.

before made her slightly awkward. However, it didn't change the fact that it was true. Theodore's expression at that time was horrifying, and she had indeed been frightened. Yet now, it

was about to reply to Rosalie's acknowledgement, but

hungry. I'm going to wash up and head

angry, I've lost my appetite,"

was behaving just like a child, throwing a temper tantrum and waiting for

the sheets away, and sat on the bedside. Thinking about how she shared the same bed

things getting stranger by

deep in his dreams last night, he looked just like a helpless, flailing little

angry at Theodore when he was like that. That was

that you want to be angry at me, but you still have to eat. I'm hungry right

was hungry, his

How

said, throwing him a pitiful