Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 1388

Sebastian forcefully turned Rosalie's head back.

"Can't bear to look?"

He deliberately turned up the volume on his phone to the maximum, and a series of moans could be heard.

Sebastian threw the phone aside and lifted her dress.

"What are you trying to do? Let go of me!" Rosalie twisted her body, struggling weakly.

"Of course, I'm going to cherish my bride." Sebastian smiled sinisterly. His face was terrifying, devoid of the gentleness it once held, with only cruelty remaining.

"Rose, I'm your husband too. You slept with Theodore, you slept with Justin—why won't you sleep with me? This isn't fair! But no matter. From now on, you're my woman, and only I can touch you. I'll be the last man you'll ever have!"

Then, he ripped Rosalie's wedding dress apart.

"Sebastian, I'm your cousin! You're crazy!"

Hearing those words, Sebastian's gaze grew even more ruthless, and he laughed hysterically. "So what? I don't care! Rose, I've long since gone mad!"

"Oh, right, let me tell you something." Sebastian grabbed the back of her head, bringing his lips close to her ear. "Do you know what I've done? I went and got a vasectomy—just for this day."

His face was so close to hers, his gaze so wicked it seemed to ooze darkness. "I did it all for you. Look at how much I've sacrificed for you—I even gave up having children."

He kissed her lips hard.

By now, nothing Sebastian did could surprise Rosalie anymore. He was a madman—a complete psychopath.

Rosalie opened her mouth, trying to bite him, but she had no strength at all and could only let him kiss her.

Tears streamed down her face. Her hands were cuffed to the bed, while her legs were pressed down by Sebastian. There was nothing she could do.

Sebastian's eyes were filled with love, pity, and even grievance. "Rose, I love you so much. I've never loved someone like this in my entire life. Why can't you understand? I've treated you so well—have you forgotten the first time we met? I never wanted things to be this way. You forced me."

"Sebastian, you've always been this evil. I hate myself for not realizing it sooner."

Rosalie knew the sorrow in Sebastian's eyes was nothing but a lie. If he truly cared about her, he wouldn't have killed Justin.

He had repeatedly tried to kill every man she loved, so how could he possibly feel sorry for her? It was nothing more than possessiveness and extreme selfishness.

Hearing her cold and detached words, the fleeting tenderness on Sebastian's face disappeared, replaced by a bone-chilling coldness.

"Rose, even now, you're still hurting me. What do you expect me to do?" He suddenly grabbed her by the throat. "Justin's body is in my hands. Guess what I'm going to do to him?"

"He's already dead. No matter what you do to him, he won't feel it." Rosalie's voice was laced with icy hatred as she spat out each word. "Fuck you, Sebastian."

Sebastian's expression grew even darker. "Rose, you're really not afraid of me, are you? Fine. I originally planned for this to be just our time together, but now I've changed my mind."

He got up and shouted toward the door, "Someone, throw Justin in here."