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.

Rosalie countered coldly. "Two tropical seafood

the menu

that so? Gotten sick of it? Then tell me, what are you not

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

awkwardly.

well as a

too, as well

Which red wine

want to have?"

Rosalie and Theodore said at

exchanged glances, sensing

couldn't drink, but why did

want to drink. Please give me a glass of fruit juice. Anything

"I don't want to drink, too. Give me a glass of fruit

to be

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

glanced at

Rosalie, looking lost.