Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 103

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so fussy?” He frowned, a bit impatient. 

He had been rudely awakened, and he wasn’t happy about it. Even a dignified CEO could have morning grumpiness. 

“If you keep sleeping, you won’t be able to sleep at night. What if it messes up your sleep schedule? You have to work during the day. You can’t be a night owl,” Rosalie reasoned. 

If she wasn’t concerned about this, why would she bother waking him up? 

Theodore sighed, and sat up tiredly in bed. 

“What time is it?” he asked. 

“Three in the afternoon,” Rosalie replied. 

Theodore’s stomach growled, indicating he was a little hungry. 

Feeling his stomach, Rosalie asked, “Are you hungry?” 

As she touched him, she couldn’t help but notice how firm his muscles were. Her hand continued to move upward, gradually reaching his abs. 

Theodore noticed Rosalie behaving oddly. He looked up with a smirk, and asked, “What are you doing?” 

Rosalie’s hand lingered on his muscles. Realizing she was 

shamelessly touching him, she quickly withdrew her hand. Her palm felt warm from the heat of his muscles. 

Nervously, she said, “I… I just wanted to wake you up. It was nothing.” 

Oh no, why was she stuttering? She couldn’t even speak properly! 

Theodore’s smile deepened. He raised his hand and unbuttoned all of his buttons. Throwing his shirt aside, he showcased his muscles as he leaned against the headboard. 

W–Why did you take your clothes off?” Rosalie blushed as she turned away to avoid his gaze, her face as red as an apple.