Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

The aloofness in Rosalie's eyes pierced through Theodore's heart. He smiled helplessly, and asked, "Does that mean you want lamb?"

"Why not? Lamb's pretty delicious. I like whatever Seb likes to eat." Rosalie turned to Sebastian, and said, "Let's order lamb."

She sounded like she was saying it out of spite, and Sebastian could sense it.

He wasn't sure if Rosalie liked eating lamb right now, but since she didn't like it in the past, he didn't want to take the risk. She probably wouldn't feel comfortable eating something she didn't fully enjoy. "Rose, I suddenly don't feel like having lamb. Let's have something else. Why don't you choose?" he offered.

Rosalie didn't actually want to eat lamb, and she said what she said out of spite. On second thought, she shouldn't force herself to eat lamb out of anger over Theodore. If she got nauseous, it would blow her

cover.

She stared at the menu, suddenly at a loss for what to order.

"Braised beef," Theodore suddenly spoke up. "It's your favorite."

Theodore turned to the waiter, and said, "I want one braised beef. Rose, order that too. You love eating that."

Rosalie furrowed her brows, slightly displeased. Theodore was seizing every chance he could get to provoke and challenge them.

gotten sick of eating braised beef," Rosalie countered coldly. "Two tropical seafood paella,

returned the

furrow his brows. "Is that so? Gotten sick of it? Then tell me, what are you

you to me?" Rosalie said with a small smile. "Mr. Spencer, you should be taking care of

smiled awkwardly.

well

too, as well as

Which red wine

want to have?"

and Theodore said at the

immediately exchanged glances, sensing

couldn't drink, but why did he feel as though

said, "I don't want to drink. Please give me a glass of fruit juice. Anything

Give me a glass

be bent on antagonizing

brows. "No, don't make the same fruit

at Theodore and

at Rosalie, looking