Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Eight hours ago, at ten in the morning, Theodore was still at Sydney's place. He was lying on Sydney's couch and groggy with sleep.

He slowly opened his eyes. He was having a splitting headache, and was still tightly wrapped up in a blanket. It was even tied up with a rope, as if fearing the blanket might fall off him. Theodore looked at himself and then his surroundings in a daze. It was a living room that looked unfamiliar to him, but he knew where he was.

Memories from last night flooded back in his mind.

He came looking for his mother after getting drunk in the middle of the night... Like a three-year-old, he cried for comfort in his mother's arms, claiming to be bullied by others.

Theodore smacked his forehead hard.

How embarrassing!

He immediately untied the rope around the blanket, flung it aside, and stumbled into the washroom.

After cleaning himself up, he left the washroom, rummaged around his pocket, and searched everywhere before finding his phone hidden in a corner of the couch.

He picked it up, tapped on the screen, and saw multiple missed calls from the hospital. He was probably dead asleep, and didn't hear his phone ringing.

Theodore had a bad feeling about it, and called the number back.

"Hello, what's the matter?" The other party said something which made Theodore's face change. "What did you say? Okay, I'll head over now."

to the

happened to Cynthia in the middle of the

infection had caused her to have a high white blood cells count. Although the doctor managed to bring it

for the infection remained

now, she was out of time and had to have the surgery within the week. If she couldn't find a healthy heart donor,

Cynthia was already first in line in the queue,

still had time, but the facts were laid bare before him and he had to face up

energy to cry when she saw Theodore standing by her bedside.

I'm sorry. I've been

I know that I'm about to

me. I've been waiting, and now, I'm about to die. You said you'd marry me. I'm about to die, and you still haven't

asked doubtfully, "What

you know?" she

text he sent her last night.

Or, could it be...?

immediately knew what happened. Sydney must have sent the

and had a drop too much. She must have texted you that nonsense. I'll

possibly texted Cynthia