Chasing My Pregnant Wife



Sebastian and Yerick laid in bed, waiting for Rosalie, who never came back.

Where did she go?

Sebastian wanted to call her, but his phone was left on the couch.

He wanted to stand up and get his phone, but the nurse walked over and said sternly, "You're not allowed to get up."Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

His brows furrowed, he said, "I pay you your salary. You have to do what I say."

"Your wife is now the one paying me my salary."

Rosalie made herself very clear before she left.

"Let me get up. My wallet is on the couch. I'll give you all my money. We'll do this under the table and keep it a secret from Rose," Sebastian said.

"I'll tell Rose about it," Yerick said as he gripped the sheets tight. "Get up, and I'll tell her what you did. I'll also tell her how you bribed the nurse." "Yerick, do you have a screw loose? Do you really want to keep lying in bed?"

Yerick smirked. "What's wrong with that? It feels quite comfortable. The bed is nice and soft. The VIP ward is exceptional indeed, I feel more comfortable here than at home. What's more, I have you to keep me company."

"You..." Sebastian was beyond frustrated.

He was truly afraid of angering Rosalie. She didn't look like she was joking about what she said before she left.

The nurse warned, "You two had better stay in bed."

Sebastian stared helplessly at the ceiling, and let out a long sigh.

Yerick saw how upset Sebastian looked, and smiled smugly. "Well, seems like Rose is taking her precautions."

"What are you being so smug about?" Sebastian bit out. "It's all your fault. Why are you acting all innocent?"

"My fault?" Yerick said with mock surprise. "Why would it be my fault? I didn't do anything."

"Didn't you pretend to bite your tongue?"

The cheek of him to claim that he did nothing!

"Oh, that's what you were referring to," Yerick said. "Didn't you have a so-called headache too? Are you allowed to have a headache, while I'm not allowed to bite my tongue? That's too autocratic of you. In any case, you started it first."

"Me?" Sebastian clenched his fists below the sheets. "This whole thing was clearly all your fault."

With a shake of his head, Yerick said, "No, it was your fault."

Sebastian roared, "It was your fault!"

Yerick insisted stubbornly, "No, it was your fault!"

"It was your fault!"

"It was clearly your fault!"

The two men fought like young children, losing their minds the more they argued. Chaos ensued within the ward.

The nurse shook her head

helplessly. She shifted a chair to the door, where she sat and fished out a packet of nuts from her pocket, ready to enjoy the show before her.

The sky turned dark as Theodore turned to look outside the window.

A cold gust of wind lifted the curtains.

He got out of bed, walked toward the window, and stretched a hand out. He felt his hand getting wet.

It was drizzling outside.

A clock hung on the wall. He turned toward it, and saw that it was half past seven in the evening.

Didn't Mom say that woman would be coming?

to afternoon, from afternoon to

He had been waiting from onto

evening, all the way till the sky

turned dark... Yet she still hadn't come.

He had thought that he didn't want to see her. He felt resistant when Mom told him that that woman wanted to come see him. He even wanted to die to avoid seeing her.

But...perhaps he should see her one last time.

Even if he wanted to pursue death, he wanted to see her. This was the last time he would be waiting for her.

Yet, the minutes passed by like the wind he could never grasp.

In the end, she didn't come.

Disappointment and hopelessness washed over him.

Rosalie would never come.

She was a liar.

She would never care about him.

Theodore stumbled to the bed, and sat down.

The sky had turned completely dark. He would wait a little longer, perhaps till half past eight.

No, maybe till nine.

Here he was, being a loser and still clinging onto non-existent hope.

Theodore stared at the clock as the seconds ticked by.