Chapter 179
At night, Rosalie returned home with Theodore.
They had dinner outside, and were ready to wash up and retire for the night. After helping Theodore back to his room, Rosalie grabbed her bag and turned to leave.
However, Theodore grabbed her arm. “Where are you going?”
“Wash up and get some rest soon. I’m going back to my own room.”
“Rose, this is your room.”
Rosalie looked down at his hand enveloping hers. “We’ve been sleeping separately.”
She remembered the night before, when she went to Grandma’s to steal the resident register. She did sleep with Theodore, but that was only because she thought that was their last night together.
She didn’t expect them to continue being together and dragging things out.
“We’re not getting a divorce for now, right? There’s no need to sleep in separate rooms, then. Come back and sleep in this room,” he said in all seriousness.
Rosalie’s heart raced. She retracted her hand after mustering up her courage, and said, “That’s not a very good idea. Not getting a divorce for now is just temporary. Get some rest and sleep early.”
She insisted on leaving.
Theodore stared at her retreating figure, and sighed. Suddenly, he took a few steps back, covered his forehead with his hand, and groaned.
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Rosalie rushed back to hold him. “What’s with you?”
Theodore leaned weakly into her embrace, and panted. “I’m fine, go rest. I’ll be fine by myself.”
He stubbornly but gently nudged her away as he stumbled to the bed and collapsed on it.
“Theo. ”
Rosalie hugged him from behind, and slowly helped him onto the bed.
It seemed as though Theodore couldn’t even sit straight, and had to lean his head against her shoulders.
His breathing was labored as he said, “Leave…leave me. I’ll be fine after lying down for a while.”
His tone was stubborn, yet sounded a tinge pitiful.
He claimed he wanted her to leave, but his body lay pliantly in her arms like a lifeless rag doll. His arms seemed to have a will of its own as they gently held the hem of her shirt and tugged it back and forth.
His mouth and his body seemed to be two separate entities–one an adult, one a child.
Seeing him like this, Rosalie couldn’t bear to leave. What if something happened to him in the middle of the night while he was all alone in his room?
“The doctor instructed you to rest well these few days. Turn in early.”
She felt that Theodore had been through many things in the past few days. He got into a car accident, suffered from gastric problems, and now, he had gotten his head hit.
She wondered if the heavens were punishing him somehow. If that
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were the case, it was certainly sufficient punishment. He didn’t do anything grievously wrong in the first place, anyway.
Theodore looked up piteously at her. “Aren’t you going back to your room?”
“I’m not. I’ll stay here and keep you company.”
Rosalie gave in, not bearing to just leave him like this and go back to her room.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore)
Another garbled story with lots of gibberish. Absolute rubbish. I got to chapter 26 and can't anymore...
Too many people involve.. sigh~ this is like the most angst novel i've read.....
I just wish one thing...that the writer will not bring too many unnecessary and unrealistic twists,too many misunderstanding,miscommunication that gives the reader the hint not to continue with the novel. In the long run, We lost our interest in this kind of unending plot....
Thanks for the update !...