Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 242

Chapter 242 

Theodore clutched the pillow beneath him, his brows furrowing. “Why are you here?” 

At first, he thought he was imagining things. How could Anthony’s hands feel like a woman’s? It all felt surreal, as though the pain had triggered hallucinations. 

Sensing the woman behind him wasn’t responding, Theodore let out at wry smile. Of course, it was just his imagination. There was no way she would be here; she was probably with Sebastian right now. 

Realizing it was a hallucination, Theodore stopped talking. 

Just as the person behind him finished applying the medicine, a 

woman’s voice broke the silence. 

“All done. Let me wrap your wounds with some gauze. Sit up for a 

moment.” 

Theodore froze, enduring the pain as he quickly sat up and turned to see the woman behind him. 

Rosalie was wearing a light yellow dress, her hair styled in a bun–she looked very sweet and innocent. If she went to a high school, people might mistake her for a student. 

Theodore was stunned. “Why are you here?” 

“I…” Rosalie hesitated, then lifted her chin slightly and said, “I didn’t finish packing my things before. I came to get the rest, and I saw Anthony here. He mentioned you were still around.” 

Her explanation sounded a bit forced. 

“Really? So, you came to pack your things.” 

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Seeing her, Theodore initially thought she was worried about him; but now, he realized he was mistaken. 

Theodore berated himself inwardly for overthinking. Rosalie wasn’t here for him, she was here to pack her things. 

That was all. 

“Go ahead and pack your stuff. Why come to see me?” Theodore said, almost pouting as he lay back on the bed.. 

“I saw Grandma today. I know what you told her, and I know she hit 

you.” 

“Oh, really?” Theodore turned his head slightly. Was she here to pack her things, or did she know he was beaten and used that as an 

excuse to check on him? 

“If you had left when I did yesterday, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt. Why did you go back in?” 

Rosalie’s voice carried a hint of reproach. 

Theodore seemed irritated. He had gone in to speak up for her and got beaten for it, and now, she was blaming him? 

He snorted. “You always think I’m not respectful enough to Grandma. Now that I’ve finally done something respectful, you’re still not satisfied?” 

Rosalie frowned. “When did I ever say you weren’t respectful to 

Grandma?” 

She had never said anything like that. She had never even thought of 

it! 

“You never said it, but you think it!” 

Hearing this, Rosalie felt a surge of anger. “I never said or thought it. 

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