Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 313

Rosalie bit the bullet, and walked in.

"Have a seat. I'll go change my clothes."

Sydney's figure swayed gracefully as she walked toward a room. Rosalie stared at her back, stunned.

Sydney had maintained herself well. Her appearance was outstanding—full of charm young women didn't have. She looked like she was in her early thirties.

If Rosalie didn’t know, she would have thought that Sydney and Theodore were actually siblings instead of mother and son.

Soon, Rosalie heard a sound coming from the room.

"Sydney, are you sure you want me to go now?"

"Wesley, if you say disgusting things again, I’ll kick you out myself. Shut up while you can still walk out on your own two legs!"

Rosalie shuddered uncomfortably. If she had known, she wouldn't have come no matter what.

Not long after, Wesley came out of the room dressed in a sharp suit.

Rosalie had to admit that even though Wesley was a middle-aged man, he had an extraordinary appearance. He was like the handsome older man in dramas, and he seemed to be getting more and more handsome as time went by.

With such good genes, it was no wonder Theodore looked so good.

It was a pity—being good-looking was one thing, being scum was another. He was a bastard. He regretted it in the end, and even turned into a lapdog.

As Rosalie thought about it, she suddenly found it amusing and chuckled.

Upon hearing the laughter, Wesley glanced at her as he passed by. "What are you laughing at? Is it funny?"

Rosalie quickly suppressed her smile, and said seriously, "Nothing. I just suddenly remembered encountering a cute kitten on the way here."

She made up an excuse on the spot.