Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 221

Chapter 221 

Rosalie quickly shifted away from him, putting some distance 

between them. Her expression was wary as she asked, “What are you doing?” 

“You told me to rest, right? This is my room and my bed. Of course I’m going to lie down here!” 

The usually dignified man now seemed like a spiteful troublemaker, shameless and unreserved. Strangely, it carried an undeniable allure 

about him. 

Rosalie had the urge to reprimand him, but she couldn’t find a reason to argue back. It was indeed his home, and she would move out after 

the divorce. 

“Fine, since this is your room, you sleep here. I’ll leave,” she said. 

She would sleep in the guest room. At this point, she didn’t care that tonight was their last night together. Things between her and 

Theodore had gotten ugly, and nothing else mattered. 

Theodore gripped her wrist tightly as she moved to get off the bed. Despite her attempts to free herself, she found it impossible. 

Rosalie frowned. “What are you doing?” 

Theodore noticed how often she had asked him what he was doing whenever he approached her. 

What was he doing? He was her husband, but she treated him like a stranger. Whenever he got close, she seemed to suspect his 

intentions and treated him like a ferocious beast. 

“I’m your husband. Everything I do is normal!” 

Suddenly, he pushed her down onto the bed, pinning her down. His large hand gripped her chin, exerting more and more pressure and almost dislocating her bones. 

“Don’t look at me like I’m going to eat you. Even if I did, what then?” 

He released her chin, unbuttoning his shirt and spreading it open, his chest heaving dramatically. Even from a distance, Rosalie could hear the pounding of his heart. His eyes blazed with such intensity that they could almost set her on fire. 

Rosalie’s heart pounded furiously, her nerves on edge. She swallowed hard. Uneasy, she said, “We’re getting divorced tomorrow. You 

shouldn’t…” 

“Shouldn’t what?” Theodore interrupted her.“Shouldn’t kiss you, touch you, or sleep with you?” 

Rosalie gripped the bedsheet beneath her, “Exactly. Don’t forget Cynthia’s situation. You promised her you’d marry her.” 

“I did promise her that.” Theodore’s hands pressed down on either side of her face, his eyes flashing severely. “But I never said I wouldn’t touch you before the divorce.”