Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145 

“It’s fine, it’s just a shirt.” 

Sebastian smiled. He winced in pain as he accidentally pulled the wound at the corner of his lips. 

Rosalie thought that his face looked a little swollen. “Do you need to go to the hospital to get your injuries checked?” 

“It’s all right. Just some superficial wounds. I’ll be fine in a few days.” 

“No way! You have to at least apply some ointment. You can’t just leave it be. Do you have a first–aid kit at home? I’ll help you treat your 

wounds.” 

Sebastian was about to reject her, but allowing her some distraction from her bad mood seemed like a good idea. With that, he nodded 

and asked his servant to fetch the first–aid kit. 

Rosalie opened the first–aid kit, and began treating Sebastian’s wounds. She went about the task very carefully, for fear of hurting 

him. 

They sat in close proximity to each other, their breaths mingling. 

Rosalie was purely trying to treat his wounds, but Sebastian kept his gaze locked on her. 

Rosalie fixed her eyes on the wound at the corner of Sebastian’s lips, 

and couldn’t help but think of Theodore. He was injured too, and she even slapped him. 

But what did she have to worry about? Cynthia was with him. 

The thought made Rosalie’s hands start to tremble. 

“What’s the matter?” Sebastian asked, worried. 

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His voice forced her back to re: ty, and that was when she realized she was too close for comfort with him. She immediately leaned back, pulling the distance between them wider. 

“I’m fine. I’m done treating your wound.” 

“Thank you,” Sebastian said. He instructed one of his servants to take 

the first–aid kit away. “What do you want for lunch?” 

“I think I’d better head back,” Rosalie said with an awkward smile. 

“Go back after lunch. Otherwise, you’ll be having lunch alone and so would I. Just take it as a simple meal between friends. Don’t forget, you do owe me a meal.” 

He stated it matter–of–factly, and Rosalie had no reason to reject him. 

She nodded. 

“All right, then.” 

“What do you like to eat? I’ll have the kitchen prepare it.” 

“I’m not picky. I eat anything as long as it’s not too greasy. Greasy food gives me gastric problems,” she said, rubbing her belly. 

“All right, I got it.” 

Sebastian instructed the kitchen to prepare lunch, before settling down on the couch with Rosalie. 

He saw how melancholic Rosalie looked and wanted to say 

something, but eventually decided against it. Instead, he simply sat quietly next to her.