Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Rosalie was panicking, and she needed a few minutes to compose herself before carefully peeking through the curtains again and looking downstairs. She saw Theodore still standing in the same spot downstairs, looking up as if he'd seen her.

Rosalie was like a deer in the headlights as she closed the curtains once more.

Will he come upstairs?

After pondering for a moment, she pulled out her phone and dialed his number.

She had blocked Theodore, and while Theodore couldn't reach her, she could reach him if he didn't block her.

The call went through, a sign that Theodore didn't do so.

A few seconds later, his deep voice sounded through the phone. "Hey."

"Theodore Spencer, you're a stalker! How dare you follow me home!"

"Are you sure this is your home?" Theodore asked casually.

home is wherever I'm staying at. I decide where my home is!

There was no panic in his

and don't ever come again. I don't want to

wasn't enough to relieve you of your

veins, from her heart to her head. Her

her throat. "The moment you asked for a divorce for Cynthia's sake, we should have vanished from each other's lives. We should be living our separate lives." "Be like strangers with nothing to do with each other?" Theodore asked, as if she was asking the impossible of

was in fact something that Rosalie had said many times

eyes,

"We've known each other for a decade, and

erase away

a failed marriage between us. Rosalie Young, how

she heard Theodore's words. It sounded like

made me understand

her over ten years. What else could