Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 1382

Rosalie's heart pounded wildly with excitement. She clutched the blanket tightly and bit her lip as she stared at him fixedly. She looked both shy and alluring.

He was already handsome enough without a suit, but the moment he put one on, he was breathtaking. That tall, commanding figure, the firm muscles, the strikingly handsome face—every inch of him exuded charm.

"Baby." Justin roughly yanked the blanket off Rosalie.

She gasped in shock, wrapping her arms around herself as if terrified. Her eyes also seemed to flash with panic. "What are you doing?"

She looked frightened and inched backward, as if he were forcing himself on her.

Rosalie's features lent her a soft, feminine beauty. Now, with that timid and vulnerable expression, she looked so fragile it could make anyone's heart melt.

Justin finally saw through her little act.

Role-playing, was it? The delicate, helpless woman being seized by a domineering, wicked man. Well, if that was what she wanted, he would play along.

He grabbed her and yanked her forward.

"Ah!" Rosalie screamed, but there was no escaping his overpowering strength as he pinned her down on the bed. "Let me go!"

Hovering above her, his deep voice rolled over her like a tide. "Where do you think you're going? Do you really think you can escape me?"

Justin was completely in character now, his voice so rich and seductive that Rosalie's legs nearly gave out.

Every word dripped with husky sensuality, sending a shiver down her spine. "You… Please don't. I'm begging you, let me go."

She bit her lip, looking up at him pitifully. He was so domineering—she loved it.

"Beg me again," Justin murmured against her ear before biting down lightly.

"Ah!" Rosalie gasped. "That hurts!"

"Really?"

"Mmhmm. Let me go, please."

"Alright, I'll let you go."

Justin pushed himself off her and then stood at the edge of the bed, making no further moves.

Rosalie waited and waited, but he never pounced on her again. Instead, he crossed his arms and simply watched her.

Sitting up, she looked at him in confusion. "What's wrong?" Why had he stopped?

"Rose, I put on a suit for this. Shouldn't you be wearing a wedding dress?"

She was mischievous, but so was he.