Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 388

“Theodore Spencer, how could you treat me like this? How could you?! Didn’t you say that you wanted to marry me? What do you mean by this text? You’re too much! You must be throwing me aside now that I’m sick!”

She received Theodore’s call, which woke her up in the middle of the night, but she felt very glad instead of getting angry.

He had contacted her, probably because he had thought of her in the deep of the night.

To her utter surprise, he was intending to call Rosalie but had dialed the wrong number.

He was thinking of Rosalie even when drunk, and even sent an outrageous text like that to her.

“Theodore Spencer! You said that you’d marry me! No—I have to find you right now and get to the bottom of this.”

Cynthia was very agitated, and wanted to pluck out the needle in her arm.

Suddenly, the door was opened. A tall, towering figure marched in, slamming the door shut and locking it from the inside.

Cynthia jumped with fright before she had a chance to pluck out the needle. “Who are you?”

“You don’t recognize me?” The man’s voice was cold and hard. “I’m your brother.”

“Yerick! It’s you!” In her anxiety, Cynthia’s grip tightened over the blanket. Each time she saw him, she would be shrouded in anxiety despite their relationship as “friends”.

Yerick would always be donning a hat and mask. Until now, she had no idea what he really looked like.

“What are you doing here?” she asked nervously.

“I’m here to help you. See how miserable you look now, with those tears down your face. That breaks my heart.”

His voice was gentle, but was tinged with wickedness.

Cynthia wiped the tears from her face. “Don’t bother putting on an act. I don’t believe that you care so much about me.”