Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

For as long as he could remember, she had never said that she didn't love him. Neither did she say that she loved him.

This was in fact a mystery to him. It was his own guess that Rosalie didn't love him and wasn't happy.

Rosalie's heart ached. She looked up at him and stared at him silently, her gaze sorrowful. Then, with a slight smirk, she asked, "Don't you find yourself hilarious for asking me that question now? What exactly do you want?"

"I want to know what you feel about me. I want the truth."

Theodore rested his palms on both sides of her face, circling her in his arms as he drew her. He was much taller than she was, and had to bend his neck down low to be near her.

"So, tell me now. What exactly do you feel about me? I want the truth."

Theodore didn't understand Rosalie, and she didn't understand him either.

They didn't understand each other. There seemed to be a barrier that urgently needed to be broken, but there was a fear in doing so. Keeping things like this would only result in more and more misunderstandings.

"You want the truth, is that it?" Rosalie asked. "Would telling you the truth change anything?"

"If you don't tell the truth, who would know how things would end? Rose, you're hiding way too many things from me. Right now, I want you to tell me everything, be it what you truly feel about me or anything other secrets you're keeping from me."

Theodore felt like a fool, being the last to find out about things regarding Rosalie. Even Sebastian, an outsider to them, knew about it earlier than he did.

Rosalie looked down helplessly.

holding himself back despite wanting to know what

to give her any promises, but demanded to know what she felt about him after they got divorced. He was

everything, but on one

is it?" Theodore

definitely

she felt confident

you know if you don't say it out loud? I can give you

in the world, and even if he didn't, he would get it for her, as

her back from falling for his words. "Of course. Tell me,

is that you split up with Cynthia and cut off all ties with her,

as shock registered in his eyes. He thought he must have heard

it for sure." Rosalie refused to repeat herself She could tell from the shock in Theodore's eyes

question itself.

Theodore said with furrowed brows. Frustration flashed past his eyes. "Why would you ask for something like

I just did,"

is my condition. Can you

you can, I'll tell