Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 312

"I..." Rosalie scratched her nose awkwardly. "Dad, what are you doing here?"

Could this be Wesley's residence? And what about the lipstick on his chin and the scratch marks on his neck? Could he be here with another woman?

As Rosalie was contemplating this, a voice came from inside the room. "Wesley, who is it?"

Rosalie's heart skipped a beat. Wasn't that Sydney's voice?

Wesley turned his head. "It's Rosalie."

Soon, Rosalie heard the sound of footsteps. She saw Sydney with her long hair down and in a silver silk nightgown, tying a belt around her waist as she walked.

Rosalie's mind buzzed. When she saw Sydney's sultry appearance and the kiss marks on her neck, she instantly understood what happened.

Never had she expected the two of them to…

She had thought Sydney hated Wesley. They had been separated for many years, but she hadn't imagined…

Rosalie didn't dare think about the details because the images were already forming in her mind.

Compared to Rosalie's shock, Sydney seemed very calm. She didn’t seem flustered about being discovered, but then again, there was nothing for them to be afraid of. They were a legitimate couple.

Wesley didn't hide either, but there was some displeasure in his eyes. He seemed annoyed by the interruption.

A lazy female voice brought Rosalie back to reality. "Why are you here?"

"I... I came to see you and talk to you," Rosalie said.

"Really?" Sydney walked forward slowly and leaned against the door frame. "What do you want to talk about? Your grandmother sent you, right?"

"What are you looking at?" Sydney urged when Wesley didn't move. "Go put on your clothes and leave. Take all your things with you and don’t leave a single thing. If I find that you left something behind, you don’t need to come over anymore."

Sydney's tone was unyielding, not caring that Rosalie was still there.

Rosalie felt awkward, and her eyes darted around. She didn’t know where to look to avoid this stifling scene.

Wesley's face was unusually grim, but he didn't dare say anything. Most people might be angry even when not saying anything, but he didn't even dare to be angry.

He glanced at Rosalie with resentment, as if blaming her for ruining his good time. Rosalie didn't look at him, but she knew how much he resented her at that moment—she shivered.

Wesley turned back into the room, and Sydney beckoned Rosalie with a finger.

"Come in."