Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

On the way, Sydney sensed that Rosalie seemed a bit off. "What's wrong? From the look on your face, it looks like the sky is falling."

"I'm fine." Rosalie smiled a small smile. "I'm just a bit nervous."

Sydney certainly didn't care about Sebastian's affairs. Even if Rosalie mentioned it, it wouldn't matter. Rosalie might even get scolded for it.

"There's nothing to be nervous about. Unless you said something to him to make him so drunk last night. He seemed pitiful."

Rosalie's heart trembled. She turned to ask, "You said he got drunk last night?"

Sydney nodded. "Yes. He came to my place late last night, drank who knows how much, stumbled around, talking nonsense. He said that you hate him, and you don't want him anymore. He kept mentioning you, and even tried calling you. But he was so drunk he couldn't even hold his phone steady, and then he realized you had blocked him, which completely shattered him."

Hearing Sydney say these things, Rosalie couldn't believe it. "Mom, did he really act like that?"

"Why would I lie to you? I didn't tell you this morning, but after thinking it through, I changed my mind. It's because of you that he acted this way, so I wanted you to know."

He came to my place last night, and we made things clear. And I'm sure he doesn't love me. You must

was worried about Cynthia or because of you, because I saw it with my own eyes," Sydney said somewhat impatiently. "Why don't you

making a fuss. She felt like punching someone, and not just

her abdomen to her brain. She grabbed

"What's wrong?"

I'm going to be sick!" She covered her

stopped the

seat belt, opened the door, and rushed out of the car. She crouched down by the roadside,

and got out of the car. Then, she went to stand

Sydney handed her the water. Rosalie rinsed her mouth with mineral water, breathing

really hate Theo that much? I said he loves you, but

pregnant and suffering from morning sickness, this vomit seemed too

what you said. Plus, I'm pregnant. It's not

don't hate