Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Rosalie and Sebastian changed out of the uniform, and headed back on the helicopter.

Rosalie was still in a daze, as if she had her soul sucked out of her. She didn’t say where she wanted to go, and only realized that Sebastian was taking her to a villa that she had never seen before when the helicopter finally landed.

“Come on down,” Sebastian said as he carefully helped Rosalie down the helicopter, afraid that she might fall.

Rosalie looked around her. “Where are we?”

“I saw how miserable you looked. Since you didn’t say anything, I decided to bring you to my place. Don’t worry, only my servants and I are around. There’s no one else.”

“Sebastian, I’m really sorry for causing you so much trouble.”

Rosalie felt soulless throughout the entire journey, her mind a complete blank.

“It’s not trouble at all. Let’s head in and get some rest first. Once we feel up to it, I’ll send you home.”

Rosalie went into a daze again as her eyes went out of focus. She didn’t even respond to him. Sebastian didn’t say anything further, and instead led her into the villa.

After settling down in the hall, he poured her a glass of water and sat down by her side.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something. Seeing Rosalie still in a daze, he leaned back on the couch and stared unblinkingly at the ceiling.

He then stood up and left, not wanting to bother her.

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After half an hour, he returned to the hall and saw Rosalie still seated. in the exact same spot she left her. Instead of the daze she was in earlier, she was sobbing silently, trying not to make a sound.

It seemed Theodore really hurt her badly.

He didn’t want to bother her, but at the same time, he was worried about her condition. He knew she had previously been hospitalized,

after all.

Finally, he took a few steps forward and said, “Rosalie, I may not fully know how hurt you are, but I can understand how you feel right now. I won’t say that a man like him isn’t worth your tears, because I know you’re sad and you can’t control your emotions. If you want to cry, just go ahead and cry out loud. You can even smash anything you find in this villa if you wish, if it can help you vent.”

Rosalie bit her lip, desperately trying to hold her tears back. She remained silent, and simply buried her head into the couch.

Seeing her suppressing herself so much, worry grew in Sebastian’s heart. He walked over, sat by her side, grabbing her arm, and called

her name.

“Rosalie.”

“Let me go,” Rosalie said, startled by his sudden movement.

Rosalie tried to shake his hands away, but Sebastian continued gripping her arms tight and pulled her up from the couch. He said solemnly, “I’m not letting you go.”

His domineering expression formed such a stark contrast with his usual genteel demeanor that it startled Rosalie. She started

struggling against his hold with all her might, but she couldn’t resist him when he pulled her into his arms. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

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When her face hit his chest, her tears finally broke free like a flood against a dam.

She started sobbing uncontrollably. She clutched at his clean white shirt, which slowly became drenched in her tears and snot.

Rosalie cried in his arms, her entire body shaking and convulsing with sobs. When she was finally spent and her voice had turned hoarse, the tears stopped flowing and she quietened down in his embrace.

Her petite face was all red and swollen, and so were her eyes. After releasing all the pressure building inside her, she felt just like a deflated balloon..

She wiped the tears from her face, and hurriedly sat up from Sebastian’s embrace.

“I’m sorry for being such an embarrassment.”

“It’s all right. Do you feel better?”

He was back to his usual genteel and mild–mannered demeanor.

Rosalie recalled the hint of dominance he exuded before she burst out crying. She thought that he must have been deliberately trying to trigger an outburst in her, allowing her to get it out of her system.

“I feel much better. Sorry for soiling your shirt.”