Chasing My Pregnant Wife

“We’ll see about that. I don’t even know where I’ll be when the time

comes,” Rosalie smiled bitterly.

Who could help another person their entire lives? Even some husbands and wives couldn’t depend on each other.

What’s more, Sebastian was an outstanding man who would eventually get married, probably to an equally outstanding woman worthy of his status. When he eventually has his own family, how could he possibly have the time and energy to care about another woman’s child? His wife would be the first to object.

Sebastian said nothing further. He knew his boundaries very well.

A melodious tune suddenly came from the piano, which sounded different from just now.

In fact, the tune sounded very familiar.

Rosalie turned to see a handsomely–dressed man seated on stage, his svelte fingers dancing gracefully across the piano keys.

Everyone’s attention was drawn to the mesmerizing melody.

Rosalie was shocked upon seeing his face.

What was Theodore doing there, playing the piano on stage?!

Rosalie looked down, and saw a woman seated in the audience. Said woman was resting her chin on the back of her hands, looking at Theodore in worship. Theodore was also looking back at her, their eyes locking affectionately.

That woman was no other than Cynthia Zeller!

Sebastian looked at the man on stage, his brows furrowing. Why were

they here too? What rotten luck!

“Rosalie, shall we go somewhere else?”

Rosalie snapped back to attention, “No need. We merely had a few bites of our dinner. Let’s finish up first.”

What would it look like if she were to flee right now? She would look. like the guilty party, when she was in fact the legally–wedded wife.

Why should the wife flee when she saw her husband blatantly bringing his illicit lover out on a date?

She refused to leave for the sake of her dignity.

Upon seeing Rosalie insist on staying, Sebastian said nothing further and ate his food with her in silence. Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Rosalie gripped her cutlery tighter as she heard the melody playing in the background.

Didn’t Theodore used to play this song to her on the piano? She remembered that he enjoyed playing the piano when they just got married. He would always make her sit down and listen to him play.

She also enjoyed listening to him on the piano, mesmerized by the sight of him gracefully playing the instrument. He was too handsome and suave, and looked every bit like a prince whenever he was at the piano.

Eventually, he stopped playing the piano. Sometimes she would

request to listen to him play, but he would tell her that he was feeling tired and didn’t want to play. She eventually stopped asking too, and he never played it again.

And now, he was playing the song that he used to play to his wife at home to his illicit lover in public?

Ha ha.

In Theodore’s eyes, Cynthia was no illicit lover. She was his beloved woman. For all she knew, Rosalie was probably the illicit lover in his eyes, the redundant one between the both of them.

Rosalie’s hand shook so hard, the food on her plate almost dropped

out.

Sebastian put down his cutlery and reached out to grab Rosalie’s plate. He then cut up all the food into smaller pieces, and put her plate back in front of her.

Rosalie was still holding onto her cutlery. She looked up, and said, Do you find me very useless?”

“No, you’re very brave,” Sebastian said comfortingly. “It’s amazing

that you’re still seated here. You’re right. Why should you be the one to leave? You’re not the one at fault, they are the ones who’re in the wrong. It’s just that you’re good–natured enough to not kick up

a fuss with him. That’s beneath you.”

Sebastian was so good with words that it touched Rosalie despite her bad mood. She did feel comforted by what he said.

“Thank you.”

“Let’s eat. After the meal, I’ll bring you out for some fresh air.” “Okay.”

The melody came to an end as the audience burst into applause.

Theodore straightened his jacket, and walked down the stage suavely