Chasing My Pregnant Wife

At the hospital, Sebastian sat by Rosalie’s bedside, slicing an apple

for her.

“Mr. Carter, I’m really sorry for making you come all this way.”

“No need to apologize. I came of my own accord. Besides, why do you mind when I don’t?”

Rosalie smiled politely, but still felt guilty.

“I was a bit abrupt when I hung up on you. You’re not upset, are you?”

“Come on, if I were upset, would I be here?”

After slicing the apple into small pieces and putting them in a container, Sebastian speared one with a toothpick and handed it to,

Rosalie.

“Here, have some.”

Rosalie attempted to sit up. “I can do it myself…”

“Don’t move. Have you forgotten what you just experienced?” said Sebastian, in a tone that was slightly admonishing but still warm.

Rosalie grinned awkwardly. “Mr. Carter, you don’t have to be so nice to me. I’m not used to it.”

“You don’t have to be used to it. You’re a patient. It’s a chance for me to experience taking care of someone. So that when I have a wife in the future, I’ll know what to do.”

Rosalie was puzzled by his words, but she couldn’t pinpoint what exactly was wrong about his statement.

“Open up,” he urged..

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Rosalie complied and opened her mouth, letting Sebastian feed her a small piece of apple.

“Mr. Carter, why did you call me earlier?”

Rosalie hadn’t asked at the time because she was in a rush to hang

1. up.

“It’s nothing important. You mentioned treating me to a meal last time, so I wanted to ask when you’d be free.”

Rosalie had almost forgotten about that.

“Your injury hasn’t healed, has it?” she asked.

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“It’s nothing serious. It’ll be fine as long as I don’t engage in strenuous activity. But in your current condition, you probably won’t be able to treat me to a meal anytime soon.”

“Sorry about that, Mr. Carter. Once I’ve recovered, I’ll definitely treat you to that meal. I promise I won’t forget.”

Sebastian smiled gently. “Alright, then. I’ll be waiting for you to get

better.”

“Mr. Carter, it’s late. Shouldn’t you head home and rest?” said Rosalie, feeling embarrassed by him staying and taking care of her.

“I’ll leave after you finish the apple,” Sebastian replied.

Rosalie nodded and obediently opened her mouth to be fed another

piece of apple.

Sebastian was a considerate man who had come all this way to check on her, and wasn’t even prying into her affairs. Being around him made Rosalie feel at ease. In fact, Theodore was the only one who left her feeling distressed. She felt more relaxed around others.

A dark voice suddenly rang out, “It’s nice having someone feed you, huh?”

Rosalie and Sebastian turned to see Theodore standing in the

doorway of the hospital room, his expression cold and his gaze icy as he stared at the pair. He strode over in long strides, his sharp gaze, full of anger, fixed on Sebastian.

But when he saw his wife lying on the hospital bed, that anger dissipated somewhat.

“Why didn’t you tell me your stomach was hurting? You even drove yourself to the hospital. What if something had happened on the way? Do you know how worried I was?”

Rosalie was taken aback to see Theodore. She hadn’t expected him to come here, and was now feeling flustered.

At first, she was afraid that he knew about her almost having a miscarriage. But when she heard him mention a stomach ache, a hint of confusion flickered in her eyes. Why did he say that her stomach

hurt?

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