Chasing My Pregnant Wife

After Rosalie hung up, Theodore placed his phone by the side with a cold expression. He sat back down on the couch in the ward.

He took the medicine that the doctor prescribed him, and felt better with his body temperature going down.

“Theodore, what’s the matter? You don’t look too good,” Cynthia said, sensing that the call was from Rosalie.

“I’m fine. Go get some rest.”

“Theodore, how’s things going with the resident register? You haven’t. told me whether you’ve gotten them already.”

She had been waiting expectantly for an entire day. She event anxiously asked Theodore about it when he entered the ward, but he hadn’t told her anything about it until now.

Theodore replied, “We didn’t get it.”

He didn’t exude much emotion in his reply. There was no anger, frustration or regret.

“What?!”

Cynthia started panting upon hearing Theodore’s reply. She had sensed that something was wrong the moment Theodore walked in, but continued clinging to the last vestige of hope.

Now that she finally heard from him that he couldn’t get their resident register, she could feel herself on the verge of breaking down.

“Why did this happen? Didn’t you guys have a plan for today?”

“We just didn’t get it. Grandma’s been guarding her room very closely recently, and we couldn’t find the chance to sneak in. Go get some

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rest. We’ll talk about it another time)

He felt rather exhausted, what with two women bugging him to file.

for a divorce at the same time.

“How long more do I have to wait?” Cynthia started crying. “Theodore, I’ve waited for you for way too long. How long more are you going to make me wait? I don’t even know whether I can live that long! I…” NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Cynthia almost couldn’t catch her breath as she spoke. She clutched. her chest, and started panting hard.

Theodore immediately stood up from the couch, and rushed to her bedside to pat her back. Concerned, he asked, “How are you feeling?”

“Theodore!” Cynthia threw her arms around his waist. “Tell me, how much longer must I wait? Will I never stand a chance? Will I never get to be your wife? Tell me, tell me!”

Theodore looked grim. Being stuck between the two women made it impossible for him to please both parties at the same time. He wondered what he had to do to make them both happy.

He always managed to make the best decision in his business, but in matters of the heart, he seemed to be a failure.

After a long time, he gently patted the back of her head and reminded. her, “It’s getting late. Go to sleep.”

His calm, yet helpless tone told Cynthia that she would get nothing. out of continuing with her tantrum. Since he failed to get their resident register, filing for a divorce was impossible right now. Throwing a tantrum wouldn’t help things, and might even irritate him.

Cynthia wiped the tears away from her face, and looked up to say, Can you stay here with me, then?”

“Sure. Lie down,” Theodore said, helping her back on the bed. He tucked her in, wiped the tears from her cheeks, and said in an

exceptionally tender voice, “Don’t y

“Okay, I won’t”

Cynthia scooted over to one side of the bed., “Theodore, sleep on the bed. You need to get some sleep, too.”

The bed was large enough for two people if they laid close to each. other.

However, Theodore only tucked the sheets tighter around her. “No. need. I’m afraid I might end up squashing you in my sleep. Go to sleep. I’m fine on the couch.”

The couch was spacious enough, and there was even a blanket provided specially for caretakers of patients.

Theodore laid back down on the couch without giving Cynthia a

chance to agree or reject his suggestion.

Cynthia gritted her teeth. She was reluctant to let him sleep on the couch, but she had no choice but to sleep alone.

That damn Rosalie must have done something so that Theodore wouldn’t be able to divorce her. She wanted to delay the divorce, that shameless wretch!

Cynthia vowed, she would never spare that bitch!