Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

"Unless what?" Theodore asked.

"Theodore, tell me honestly. Do you want to save me?" Cynthia asked.

"Of course I do! Cindy, I only hope for your good health. I'll do everything in my power to help you."

He genuinely wanted to save her.

"Then why can't you find a heart?"

Cynthia thought about what the unknown man had said today. The chances were too slim, and she was terrified of dying. She didn't want to perish alongside Rosalie-she wanted to live well, to send Rosalie to hell, and to live happily ever after with Theodore.

She wanted those wretches to not be able to rest, even in death.

"Hearts are the scarcest and hardest to match in the transplant database. Why do we have to wait?" Cynthia said anxiously. "You can look elsewhere!"

"What

with anxiety and expectation at the same time. "Since certain items can be traded on the black market, then hearts

of money, so finding some "professionals" to

her say these words, he thought he had misunderstood. Yet after seeing her expression, he realized he hadn't. He knew exactly what she wanted. "Cindy, you should rest. I have some matters to

and accidentally bumped into something, only to hear Cynthia

won't be in immediate danger as long as you stay in good spirits." After tucking her in, Theodore

wrist, and asked suspiciously, "Why do

do what?" Theodore asked coldly. "Unwilling to help you find a heart? Didn't

yet until now!" Cynthia seemed unaware that

the longer this drags on, the worse it is for me!

to die. Anyone

knocked out, stuffed

in fear, panicking. "Theo, that's not what I

you mean?" Theodore