Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113 

Theodore had already arranged the food on the table. 

“So, you want me to hurry back?” 

“Yeah, you go ahead,” Cynthia said with a smile. 

“When you called me, you made it sound urgent. You insisted I needed to help you with this and that. I don’t think you really want me to hurry back,” Theodore teased. 

It wasn’t really a dig at Cynthia from the depths of his heart. It was more like banter between two close people. 

“Come on, Theo. Are you really going to pick on me for this? I didn’t know you were going back to divorce her. If I had known, I wouldn’t have held you back. I love you so much, and you should know what’s on my mind,” Cynthia said, sounding pitiful. She lowered her head more and more as she spoke. 

“Do you need me to stay here with you? Should I really go back to have dinner with Rose and Grandma?” he asked, double–checking things. 

“You should go. Don’t keep them waiting,” Cynthia urged. 

Her desire was plainly evident in her eyes. Theodore knew this well, and naturally wouldn’t argue with her about it. 

For some reason, Cindy kept holding him back the entire day. So, he stayed and didn’t tell her the truth. 

“Then you’ll have lunch by yourself,” he said. 

“Okay, I’ll be good and finish lunch. You should hurry,” she replied. 

“Alright,” Theodore said, putting on his coat. “I’m leaving now.” 

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‘Don’t forget your phone,” said Cynthia, acting like a devoted wife as 

she handed it to him 

Theodore took the phone without saying much, and left the ward, 

Cynthia sighed deeply 

She never expected what Rosalie said to be true. 

Seriously, what was wrong with Theodore? Why didn’t he tell her 

earlier? 

Maybe Theodore was afraid of disappointing her. 

Theodore was right, though. Until the very end, no one knew what would happen. 

Theo really loved her and cared so much about her feelings. The more Cynthia thought about it, the sweeter it felt. 

Meanwhile, Rosalie and Rebecca were sitting at the dining table. The food was already served, and steaming with a delicious aroma. However, the heat was fleeting. If Theodore didn’t show up soon, it would turn cold soon. 

Rebecca’s expression was sour, as if she was seriously annoyed. 

Rosalie hurriedly tried to placate her “Grandma, why don’t we just eat first? Let’s not wait for him.” 

“We have to wait,” Rebecca said coldly. “Let’s see if that brat will come. If he doesn’t, I won’t eat. Does he intend to starve an old lady to death? I’m so angry at him now!” 

Rebecca slammed the table with force.