Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Theodore stood outside Rosalie's building.

Earlier, his bodyguard informed him that she had safely arrived home. He got the address, and came here alone.

So this was Rosalie's new residence. It was a very ordinary neighborhood.

She preferred to move here rather than back to her own home. She didn't want the house that used to belong to both of them anymore.

He guessed that she wouldn't want anything related to him.

'Rose, do you hate our marriage, or do you hate me as a person?' he wondered.

If she only hated the marriage, why was she still so unhappy now that they were divorced? Or was it that she hated him as a person?

Was that why she blocked him? Because she wanted him out of her world?

So, she hated him as a person!

Theodore took out his phone from his pocket. He found Rosalie's number, and typed a message to her.

He spent a long time to type this message, about ten minutes. He deleted and revised it repeatedly. In the end, he had sent only a few words.

It was precisely because of this that he dared to send it. It was a message she was destined not

the message, he looked up at the high-rise building in front of him. One of the rooms

much,

front

Theodore, a surge of resentment would flood her heart. This emotion

been vomited out.

She flushed the toilet, rinsed her mouth,

at her reflection in the mirror, she saw a terrifyingly pale

down her wet hair,

onto the sink eyes.net drkably

drop by drop.

Rose! Stop it!" she chided

eon

tears were uncontrollable. As if

"Rose, stop crying!"

She slapped herself hard.

crying?

useless! Why are

divorced, you're free, so why are you still crying? Don't cry! Stop