Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 248

Chapter 248 

“It’s not what you think! Yes, the tissue is wet, but it’s just sweat. If you don’t believe me, feel it!” Rosalie stepped forward, holding out the soaked tissue. 

Theodore sighed and shook his head, rubbing his aching forehead. 

“Stay back,” Wesley said, pulling Sydney behind him protectively. The couple looked at Rosalie as if she were a wild animal. “You two can handle your private matters on your own. We’re leaving.” 

“No, really, we didn’t do anything!” Rosalie insisted, hurrying after them. “Touch it, you’ll see. It’s just water! It’s not sticky at all. If you don’t believe me, check Theodore’s pants. They’re still on. 

Theodore groaned internally, wishing he could disappear or dig a hole to hide in. 

Hearing the word “sticky,” Wesley and Sydney quickened their pace, practically running away. 

As Rosalie continued to chase after them, Theodore called out, “Rose. 

She stopped and turned, “What?” 

“Let it go. Let them think what they want.” 

Rosalie frowned. “But they misunderstood. It’s not what it looks like. Why didn’t you explain?” 

Explaining only made it worse. Didn’t you notice? The more you said, the worse it sounded.” 

Every word coming from her mouth made everything sound inappropriate, even if they weren’t. 

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“I…” Rosalie replayed her words and their horrified expressions in her mind, her face stiffening. 

In her panic, she had made it worse. 

She threw the tissue she had used to wipe Theodore’s sweat at him, angrily rubbing her palms on her dress. Then, she glared at Theodore. 

This was all his fault! 

Seeing her pouty face, Theodore suddenly smiled. It wasn’t a mocking smile or one of amusement, but one of genuine warmth. Even when they were married and at their closest, Rosalie rarely threw a tantrum 

like this. 

Now, they seemed more like a real couple. However, she was no longer his wife. Despite that, he didn’t mind her throwing a little 

tantrum. 

Theodore picked up the crumpled tissue. “Should we keep this and let Mom and Dad feel if it’s refreshing or sticky?” 

He smirked, looking both handsome and mischievous. 

Rosalie’s heart skipped a beat, her pulse quickening. “Enough. I don’t want to talk to you anymore. I’m going to check on your parents.” 

“What do you mean by that?” Theodore’s tone grew serious. “They’re your parents too.” 

“We’re divorced,” Rosalie replied flatly, a wave of sadness washing over her. “They’re your parents, not mine. My parents are gone.”