Chasing My Pregnant Wife

When they arrived at a restaurant, Rosalie called her family’s driver. She gave him the resident register so he could get it to Grandma as soon as possible.

The restaurant had a great ambiance, with a pianist playing a soothing melody on stage. Rosalie was lost in the mesmerizing tune as she listened intently to it.

“Rosalie, have you thought of a name for your baby?”

Sebastian tried hard to think of topics to chat with Rosalie about to distract her from thinking about things that would upset her.

“I haven’t thought of that yet,” Rosalie said as she smiled. “I don’t even know if it’s a girl or boy.” Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“You should have a name ready.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you wish for it to be a boy or a girl?”

“I don’t know,” Rosalie said, looking rather upset.

“If I were to give birth to a boy who inherits Theodore’s personality and ends up being a bastard who goes around breaking women’s hearts, what should I do?”

“If I gave birth to a girl who’s so vulnerable to heartbreak, what should I’do? Who can protect her from being taken advantage of? She

doesn’t have a father, after all.”

Rosalie started to panic, thinking about being a single mother and the potential of her baby growing up and being led astray due to the lack. of a father’s love. Would the child end up being the subject of

mockery and ridicule?

These were all problems she would have to face in the future. She had set her mind on giving birth to the child, but did she consider whether the child would be happy in this life?

As much as she loved the child, this society was prejudiced against single mothers and children who come from broken families.

She even thought that if she gave birth the baby ended up suffering, it would be her fault.

Sebastian could guess what Rosalie was thinking from the panic on her face. He seemed to have eyes that could see through everything.

“If you gave birth to a girl, who said that no one would protect her? Not only does she have you as her mother, but she also has…”

“Who else?” Rosalie looked up at him. “Are you referring to Theodore? I’ll never let him know about this child’s existence. He doesn’t deserve

to.”

“I didn’t mean him. Of course I wasn’t referring to Theodore.”

“Who were you referring to, then?” Rosalie looked at him doubtfully.

Sebastian put down his cutlery, and said, “If you’re willing, I can protect her.”

Rosalie’s heart trembled. “What…what did you say?”

Fear flashed past the depths of her eyes.

“Oh, please don’t misunderstand me.”

Seeing her panic, Sebastian immediately explained himself.

“It’s not what you think it is. I meant that since we’re friends, I’ll be your children’s uncle of sorts. If your child ends up a boy, I’ll help your guide and teach him to be a good man. If you end up having a girl, I’ll

protect her getting taken advantage of Rosalie, you’re not alone. You have nothing to worry about.”

Rosalie’s heart was racing. She rested her palms on her knees, and could feel it sweating. She could sense something from Sebastian’s eyes, and it made her nervous.

“Sebastian, you don’t need to be like this. How could I trouble you with my child?”

“Why should things be so calculative between friends? Unless you don’t treat me as your friend. I trust that you’ll come to my aid should I need your help in the future, right?”

Rosalie had no words to counter him. His words made sense. Although they hadn’t known each other for very long, she could sense that Sebastian was a good man who was worth trusting.