Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Night fell as rain poured down to the earth. Raindrops fell like silver streaks across the dark sky.

In the quiet room, Theodore stood by the window, staring at the raindrops trickling down the glass as melancholy overwhelmed him.

Under the dim lighting, his handsome face looked even more charming amidst the rain.

His eyes were deep and incisive, like a gemstone glittering in the night sky, reflecting the endless pain and sorrow he was feeling with sharp clarity.

His brows were slightly furrowed, as if in deep thought. He felt just like a profound riddle that was difficult to solve, as if countless secrets lay underneath those eyes of his.

He stood tall and towering, as resilient as a mountain, and exuding an air of authority with his imposing figure.

Yet, sorrow shone in his eyes, clouding his features with a layer of melancholy and gloom. It felt as though he found solace in the quiet, rainy night.

He held a photograph in his hand, a picture of Rosalie's smiling face. She was smiling so brightly, like the brightest star in the night sky.

A bottle of wine stood on the windowsill.

Theodore had gastric issues, and even suffered from a case of gastrointestinal rupture due to drinking too much. The doctor ordered him not to drink over the next three years.

He had promised Rosalie he would never touch alcohol again, and would take care of his own health.

pain and sorrow he felt made him unable to suppress the urge to

only thing capable of numbing his pain and stopping himself from jumping off the balcony and

'are you well

very happy with Sebastian, so much that you've

got the address from Yerick. However, he didn't have the courage to go to

feared he might go crazy when he got there and saw Rosalie, and how loving she

protect himself was to not find her at all. No matter how her life had been with Sebastian, as long as he didn't see it for himself, hope would still remain alive in him. However, once he saw it with his own eyes, he

marrying her as a form

borne of anger, however, proved futile against his calm

himself to do something like

couldn't

Sother

if

even if he really did that, would he really get sweet revenge against Rosalie? For all he knew, Rosalie might feel relieved. "Theodore Spencer, you

looked at himself through

window pane and smiled

sardonically. He grabbed the

windowsill and downed the liquid, mouth by