Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Theodore laid on the hospital bed with a hollow look in his eyes.

He had asked himself countless times why he was still alive.

Why was he in the hospital when he opened his eyes?

He was the only one living in that house, with no servants on duty.

He was all alone, surrounded by a pile of wine bottles, fully intending to drink to his death. He was all prepared to welcome death, and even thought he saw the grim reaper waving his hands at him. Yet, when he next opened his eyes, he found himself in the hospital.

It was dark and silent in the ward. The air felt as though it was frozen, the silence deafening.

Theodore looked out the window, and saw a weak ray of sunshine peeking shyly through the curtains. It was as bashful as a young lover, but he could still feel the warmth on his cheeks.

Unfortunately, this ray of sunshine wasn't enough to resist the gloom in his heart. All it did was to trace the outline of his emaciated and haggard face.

He hated the sunshine.

The door to the ward suddenly opened and Sydney walked in. She had a bouquet of fresh flowers in hand, which she began displaying in a vase.

Theodore continued lying silently on the bed, as if he didn't see her at all.

A light fragrance filled the air in the room.

Theodore furrowed his brows. "What are you doing here?"

"My son almost died. Can't I come?"

scared

managed to

you doing this? You clearly know that you can't touch alcohol. Why did you drink so much? Must you make your family worry and suffer

sheet, and his eyes looked soulless. The usual color on his cheeks had

and hazy, like the fuzzy

cold voice broke Sydney's

won't you think for Grandma? She raised you when you were young,

replacement and she'll

as how Sebastian

and you're irreplaceable. You're my son, and you...you'll be someone's father in

really wanted to tell Theodore that he

him for so long might break him even further. He wasn't in a good condition right now, and was just resuscitated. He probably wouldn't be able to

worried that he might end up hating

brows furrowed at her words. "What did you

your own and be a father one day. If your child ends up like you, won't you be in agony

the bitterness in his heart overwhelm

have my own

a child with

have a child with Rose. If only Rose were pregnant back then! He would

that laid between them would

wouldn't stand a chance to come between

become pregnant, but

him, Theodore Spencer,

heart was filled with hopelessness, like a lone boat adrift in