Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Rosalie turned to leave the room. There was a sharp sound as Theodore grabbed her wrist.

"Let go," she said, turning back to him. "I need to clean up your mess."

She couldn't imagine what the scene outside looked like now. The wedding had undoubtedly turned into a farce. The bride didn't seem like someone who could tolerate such humiliation; otherwise, she wouldn't have exploded like that. There was no way this wedding was going to happen now, and the groom truly wasn't worth marrying.

Even if he had fallen out of love and cheated, it was still better than claiming the stress of planning the wedding had driven him to sleep with another woman.

It was too absurd and reckless.

If he could use stress as an excuse to cheat before marriage, who knew what he would do afterward? So, it was probably for the best that the wedding was called off. However, Theodore had been too extreme. If it had been her, she would have quietly told the bride in private, not made such a public spectacle as Theodore had.

What if the groom had a strong enough mind to deny it? Then Theodore would have seemed like he was oppressing others just because of his status and power.

"Rose, don't bother trying to clean it up. A mess is a mess. It can only be swept into the trash," Theodore said, his eyes open now. "Stay with me for a while, please. I can't control myself."

"You have to," Rosalie said sternly. "You're Theodore Spencer, the CEO of SK Enterprise. So many employees depend on you. The Spencers rely on you. You can't keep doing this. What happened between us is just a small part of your life. You have a long way to go. You can't always-"

his forehead. "I can't

broke free from his grip forcefully. "Stop talking like this! It's

She was furious.

but you chose the one time when

would go out and cause more trouble

help him up from

he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into

herself pressed against him, and looked up in anger. "Theodore, what

noticed his face was pale.

het

this forehead and cheekse

cold, and his palms were

swe

sit up from his lap. "What's wrong? Are you