Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 1175

During dinner, Sebastian and Yerick started competing again. They took turns piling food into Rosalie's bowl.

Very soon, her bowl turned into a small mountain of food. She hadn't even taken a single bite.

Rosalie didn't stop them either. She simply watched as the pile of food in her bowl kept growing higher and higher. Only when there was no space left to pile more food did the two finally stop.

Sebastian's gaze was filled with affection. "Rose, you need to eat more. Look at you; you've lost so much weight. You need more nutrition."

Even if Rosalie were plumper, he'd still adore her.

Rosalie stared at them silently. After a long pause, she pushed her bowl toward them. "Split this between the two of you and finish it."

The two men froze.

Sebastian gave an awkward smile. "Rose, what are you talking about? This is all for you. Go on, eat up."

"Do you think I'm a pig? Do you think I can eat all this? You're so focused on piling food into my bowl that you didn't even bother asking if I wanted it. Do you think I can't serve myself? My stomach is not a battleground for your competition."

Rosalie tried to remain calm, but their repeated antics pushed her patience to its limits.

"I'm sorry, Rose. I was wrong. I'll eat it," Yerick apologized quickly, transferring the mountain of food into his bowl.

Sebastian, realizing his mistake, also moved half of the food into his bowl without a word.

Justin, who had remained quiet throughout, went to the kitchen and returned with a small bowl of spaghetti. He set it down in front of Rosalie. "Here, eat."

"Thank you," Rosalie replied, then quietly began eating.

Sebastian and Yerick didn't dare act out anymore. However, both couldn't help but glance at Justin, finally realizing how strategic he was.

After dinner, the three men cleaned up the dishes.

Even though there was a dishwasher, they didn't use it.

"Justin, you really outdid yourself today. Without saying a word, you made Yerick and me look bad," Sebastian remarked coldly as he washed the dishes.

Justin, drying plates beside him, responded indifferently, "If you two didn't act like bickering kids, none of this would've happened. Don't blame me for your immaturity."