Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

"Don't you understand what I mean? Seems like all that studying you've done has gone to waste," Rosalie said coldly.

The elevator doors opened again, but Theodore grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the elevator.

Rosalie struggled with all her might. "Let me go! Theodore Spencer, what do you want?"

He ignored her resistance, and forcefully pulled her to an empty ward. He opened the door and locked it before pressing her against the wall, his eyes spewing fire.

"Rosalie Young, I'm giving you one chance. Take those words back!"

"What words?" Rosalie sneered. "Are you referring to what I said about Cynthia's heart? Are you mad because I hit the nail on the head?"

Theodore clenched his fist, and smashed it on the wall next to her ear.

Rosalie's heart was racing. She was very scared, but beyond fear, she felt anger. If Theodore really was the culprit, it proved how terrifying he really was.

said through gritted teeth, "It's fine that you misunderstand me about what happened to Sebastian, but now you're suspecting me of going around killing people

become so devious in her eyes? How

came from her mouth was like a sharp knife piercing

Rosalie avoided his gaze, fearing that her stance might soften toward him when she looked into his eyes. Perhaps she

but it was all too much of a coincidence

what you meant. How could you think of me

indignant

not guilty, why bother about what others

when things really

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Being wrongly accused of something one didn't do was a terrible feeling, not to mention being wrongly

as bad if he really was guilty, because at least he wasn't wrongly accused. Yet

is it really important what I think? If you really did it, you'll pay the price for it. If