Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118 

The capacity for alcohol and its effect on the body didn’t necessarily correlate. Drinking too much could harm anyone, regardless of their tolerance. 

Rosalie worried about this. Moreover, Theodore hadn’t eaten anything yet. A mere mouthful of food wouldn’t counteract so much alcohol. 

“Rose,” Rebecca spoke up, “you worry too much. He’s a grown man, and he knows his limits. I wouldn’t let him drink if he couldn’t handle 

it.” 

“Please, Grandma. Spare Theo, okay? Don’t let him drink anymore. What if he gets drunk?” Rosalie’s concern for her husband was evident on her face. 

“What’s the harm in getting drunk? It’s not like he won’t wake up. He can just sleep it off.” Rebecca shrugged off the concern, showing no mercy when it came to her grandson. 

Rosalie wanted to say more, but before she could, Theodore placed the glass on the table. When she turned to look, she saw that he had already finished the second glass of wine. 

Rosalie watched helplessly as Anthony filled the glass again, feeling dizzy just from the sight of it. o 

“Eat something before you drink the third glass,” she said. She picked up a bowl and offered him some food, unable to stop herself from 

caring. 

Theodore’s lips curled slightly as he gently grasped her wrist. “Don’t worry, I’m fine.” 

As they locked eyes, a hint of tenderness shone in his gaze. To 

1/3 

* suple wits eating for her 

Ex we had seen 

everything in her lifetime, 

*HUARTE BEST Pt feet oftest the scene. It was reminiscent of 

at of want to hex back one stared at him, feeling as 

** 

Past have ever happened between them; as if the 

woman met this never existed in their world 

Cathis 

wees if 

sit was just that only an illusion 

avoided his gase and pulled her hand away 

Ne was probably quite drunk, maybe even tipsy 

Theodore was indeed a bit drunk. Ahough he could handle his liquor, not eating anything and drinking so much inevitably got to him. His Vesion was beginning to look a bit bleary 

Seeing Rosalie avert her eyes, he spicked slightly. Then, he lifted the olase again, ready to drink more 

ale hurried to stop him, but then she remembered something and stated. She retracted her hand, and watched helplessly as he downed the remaining wine 

She couldn’t stop him, and Rebecca was set on punishing him.