Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Rosalie tugged Sydney's sleeve and pulled at it, shaking her head profusely at her.

She mouthed, "Ask him when he's free, and that you can wait.”

The corner of Sydney's mouth twitched. She coughed dryly, and put out the cigarette between her fingers.

"In that case, when are you free? You can't possibly be busy all the time, can you?"

"I'm busy all the time."

His heartless rejection made Sydney's brows furrow. A piercing pain shot through her chest. She could sense that Theodore didn't want to have a meal with her, or even see his own mother.

Before Rosalie could say anything further, Sydney decided that she would give it another shot. "Are you sure you aren't free? Not even for half an hour?"

"I'm sorry, no."

Sydney's grip over her phone tightened, and she chuckled helplessly. "Alright, then. Go ahead and be busy. I won't bother you anymore."

Sydney was about to hang up when Rosalie snatched the phone from her hand and said to the man on the line, "Theodore Spencer!"

hear a familiar voice calling out his name. "Rose, is

Rosalie said, "I'm

you doing with

bother with that. Why did you reject your mother's invitation for a

"I'm not free."

temper tantrums, and drag me back home in the middle of the night...but

expected to see such a bold

Theodore, she sounded as if she were

equally shocked by Rosalie's words, and

was now being scolded by his own wife-and he didn't even have the guts

Rosalie said,

to have a meal with her?" Theodore

"Don't you want to?"

don't," Theodore

wants?" Rosalie said in a huff. "I heard it all that night, when you were talking in

for Mom? You're babbling nonsense,"