Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222 

Rosalie gently rubbed her fingertip over that shallow scar, feeling at pang in her heart. Involuntarily, she recalled the chaotic scene whent he had rushed forward without hesitation. 

She couldn’t forget how Theodore had hurt hor, but neither could she forget his kindness. The mixture of good and bad was undoubtedly. painful and confusing. 

She would rather blindly remember his goodness and forget the bad, or only recall his faults and become extremely angry. But she couldn’t be that simple, nor could she be extreme. 

She was stuck in the middle, stuck remembering both his good and bad deeds. So, she consistently wavered without a firm stance. 

In the end, she was the one who would get hurt the most. 

Theodore grabbed her hand, seeing the sadness in her eyes. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, a suffocating despair. 

Yes, it was despair, he carefully considered. It seemed like he had indeed fallen into despair, his body and soul submerged in her sorrowful gaze. 

What did her gaze mean? Didn’t she say she didn’t love him? Wasn’t she unhappy with their marriage and fed up with it for a long time? 

If so, why was she looking at him with such reluctance? Moreover, hadn’t she admitted to being with Sebastian a long time ago? 

It was absurd. 

For a moment, he tried to reassure himself, thinking that Rosalie might have just been angry at that moment. 

Still, she had still gone to Sebastian’s place. Something might have even happened between them. 

Theodore suddenly felt like a raging lion as flames of anger erupted from his eyes. He kissed her lips fiercely, as if venting his anger. There was no tenderness in his actions. 

Rosalie closed her eyes, feeling numb. She tried to push him away, and her hands pressed against his shoulders. 

Sensing her resistance, he seized her hands and pinned them above her head. It went on for a long time, almost suffocating her.. 

Eventually, she gave up struggling. She let her hands go limp, allowing him to do as he pleased. 

Initially, Theodore’s aggression intensified when Rosalie resisted. But now that she had stopped struggling, he suddenly stopped and stared at her blankly in silence for a long while. 

Faced with Rosalie’s indifferent gaze, he clenched his fists. The anger. in his eyes seemed to dissipate like smoke. 

Rosalie looked at him calmly. She said nothing, as if resigned to her fate.