Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 181

Chapter 181 

Theodore leaned against the wall with one hand, every muscle taut. Rosalie was close, and she felt every ounce of his strength. 

He didn’t seem weak at all; yet strangely enough, she believed his 

words. 

Theodore stared at her flushed cheeks. A thin mist covered her fair face, making her look even lovelier than usual, she was irresistibly 

attractive. 

Rosalie appeared delicate and vulnerable, but he knew she needed care too. Her heart was soft; despite his many faults, she forgave him 

time and time. 

At only twenty–one, she was in the prime of her youth–and yet, she always seemed saddened by him. 

Sometimes, he really did feel like a jerk. 

After Theodore finished bathing, Rosalie’s face was almost as red as a tomato. She dried him off, blew dry his hair, dressed him in pajamas, and helped him into bed. 

The whole process felt like she was taking care of a child. 

As Theodore lay in bed, silently watching her bustling around for him, she placed a glass of water on his bedside table. “You should rest 

now.” 

“What about you?” 

He held her hand, reluctant to let her go, like a sick child unwilling to part with his mother. 

Rosalie smiled tenderly. “I’ll take a shower and come back soon. You 

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sleep first.” 

Theodore nodded obediently, and closed his eyes.. 

Suddenly, Rosalie felt a sense of maternal satisfaction. She got up from the bed and went into the bathroom. 

Once she was inside, Theodore immediately opened his eyes. He pulled down the covers, as he felt unbearably hot. 

After Rosalie finished showering, she came out wearing pajamas. She found him on the bed, seemingly asleep. She sat by the bed, staring at him for a while before lying down beside him, covering them both with the blanket. 

Just as she reached out to turn off the light, Theodore turned over. He pulled her into his arms tightly, then said in a husky voice, “You smell so good.” 

Rosalie blushed. “You’re not asleep yet?” 

She thought he was already asleep. 

“Yeah,” Theodore murmured. “I waited for you. I couldn’t sleep. You smell amazing.” 

“Don’t we both smell the same?” 

They both used the same shower gel, which carried a jasmine fragrance. 

Theodore hugged her tighter, burying his head in her neck and inhaling her scent deeply. “You smell better than me.” 

Rosalie couldn’t help but smile. He always made everything a competition, and wanted to let her win. 

“Alright, I smell good. Now hurry up and sleep. The doctor said you need rest,” she urged. 

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