Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 1292

But what difference did it make? Theodore felt nothing for Cynthia—at most, just guilt.

"Theo, I'm not asking to be with you again, but I hope that I can see you often. That's all I want. As long as I know you're alright."

"I just want to be alone for a while. Please leave," Theodore replied weakly.

"Can I still visit you?"

After a moment of silence, Theodore said, "Maybe in a few days. I just want to be alone now."

"Alright, I'll give you some space to calm down. I'll visit you again. I hope we can still be friends. Oh, by the way..." Cynthia took a small gift box from her bag and placed it on the bedside table. "This is a gift I made for you."

"What's this?" Theodore asked.

Cynthia opened the box to reveal a red braided bracelet.

"I made this for you. Can I put it on you? It'll keep you safe and bring you good health."

Theodore was indifferent. "Do you really believe in this kind of thing?"

"Theo, whether you believe in it or not, it's still my sincere wish. I spent the whole night making it, and while I was making it, I kept praying for you. Please let me have some peace of mind. Let me put it on for you. I'm not asking you to wear it forever. I'm just asking you to wear it until you're discharged from the hospital."

Seeing Cynthia's tearful face, Theodore sighed and extended his hand to her.

Cynthia finally smiled with joy and put the woven bracelet on his wrist. The bright red color stood out sharply against Theodore's wrist.

"Are you satisfied now? Go home and get some rest."

Cynthia didn't look good. Theodore could tell she hadn't slept well.

"Then I'll leave now. I'll come back to see you in a few days." With that, Cynthia stood up and left, looking back at him several times before she finally walked away.

Theodore let out a long sigh, closed his eyes, and leaned back against the headboard. He clutched his chest.

He survived this time, but next time, he was sure he would still die by Rosalie's hand.

Just then, someone knocked on the door to his ward.

Theodore furrowed his brow. "Who is it again?"

"It's me, Mr. Spencer," came his assistant's voice from outside the room.

"Don't bother me with company matters," Theodore said. He wasn't in the mood to handle anything right now.