Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Sydney answered the call, yelling irritably, "Wesley Spencer, you're beyond annoying! Can't you take a hint when I refuse to pick up your calls? Quit harassing me and scram!" With that, she hung up and smashed her phone against the wall.

Rosalie took a few steps back in fright. She had never seen Sydney blow her top like this, and didn't understand what was going on. She had a feeling that it had to do with her, somehow. Despite her fear, Rosalie didn't leave. Instead, she stood from a distance and looked on silently.

The phone was on the floor, the screen cracked. The chairs in the room laid haphazardly around the room, and there were glass shards from the wine bottles all over the floor. Sydney was already acting up before Rosalie arrived.

Sydney clutched her hair in frustration, and flopped weakly onto the bed. She grabbed the covers, and yanked them over her head.

Rosalie pulled out her phone and placed it on the table. She then rolled up her sleeves, and started clearing the things on the floor.

When Sydney pulled the covers off her face, she realized that Rosalie was cleaning her room for her.

Rosalie was very quick; the room was soon tidied up, and all the glass bottles on the floor were cleared away. She didn't say a word the entire time. After she was done clearing up, she stood aside in silence.

The air around them seemed to freeze.

Sydney finally sat up on the bed. In a voice that sounded a lot calmer than before, she said, "A lot happened recently, and I'm very frustrated. It has nothing to do with you."

sighed with relief when Sydney finally started talking to her. She

anything on your mind. I might not be able to help, but I can lend an

it's just work." Sydney said flatly. "I have a bad temper. The next time you see me like this, stay

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like you will only bottle up your frustration and compromise for others. Keep at that, and you'll suffer a lot in

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