Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120 

“No, it’s nothing like that,” Rosalie said with a smile. “I just saw Theo drink so much. I’m not much of a drinker myself, so it made me feel queasy for a moment, I don’t want you to tell them because I’m afraid Grandma would worry.” 

“Alright, Madam Rosalie. I won’t say anything. But are you really okay? 

“I’m fine. I feel much better after throwing up. It’s all because Theo drank so much. It felt like I drank too.” 

“Okay, I understand.” 

The servant left the restroom, exiting from the left. 

Rosalie turned to go right, but as she took a few steps, she suddenly saw a tall man appear behind her. 

She was startled, and felt a bit guilty. “Theo? Why are you here?” 

Theodore approached her slowly, a faint scent of wine lingering on him. “You threw up?” 

Rosalie’s gaze shifted, realizing he had overheard her earlier conversation. She had to take control of the situation. 

“Yeah, it’s all because you drank so much. No matter how much I 

tried to stop you, it didn’t work. Now, even the smell of alcohol makes me nauseous.” 

Theodore stood in front of her. He suddenly gripped her shoulder and pressed her against the wall. 

“Rose, you should know we can’t have children, right?” 

Rosalie’s heart sank. She looked up, and gave him a look of 

astonishment. “What are you talking about out of nowhere?” 

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“It’s just a reminder. Your stomach seems really bad. You threw up when I stopped the car suddenly, and you threw up when I drank. Tomorrow or the day after, I’ll take you to a different hospital for a check–up and see what’s really going on.” 

His gaze was intense, as if trying to read something from Rosalie’s face. 

Rosalie’s heart pounded. She was worried Theodore might suspect something. 

“Theo, don’t forget why we came here today. By tomorrow or the day after, we might already be divorced. I’ll handle my own affairs, and you have no right to interfere.” 

At the mention of divorce, Theodore frowned. 

He leaned closer. The scent of alcohol was strong around him as he whispered warmly in her ear, “We’re not divorced yet, are we? What’s wrong with me caring about you? Or are you hiding something from me?” 

Theodore might be a bit tipsy, but his mind is still clear. Compared to usual, he seemed more outspoken when drunk. The things he said to Rebecca in the dining room, and now to Rosalie, were not something he would normally say. 

Rosalie frowned, displeased. “What could I possibly hide from you? It’s you who I really can’t understand. You’re the one who wanted to divorce me for Cynthia, but why aren’t you proactive about it now? You said you were going to the office, but then you suddenly went to see Cynthia and helped her change clothes!” 

At the mention of the last sentence, Rosalie’s lips trembled. 

“What am I supposed to make of you? What are you really thinking?”