Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 413

Theodore was about to refute her, but suddenly remembered something and turned around to look at Cynthia. His gaze was heavy as he said, “Alright, I’ll see you tonight.”

“Good. That’s all, then. Don’t forget what you said to me last night while you were drunk. I’m doing this to help you, so don’t ruin the chance and stop making wrong decisions. See you later.”

Sydney wouldn’t have said so much if he weren’t her biological son. She would never remind a fool that he was a fool. No, she would just leave them to their own devices.

Yet, because he was her biological son, she had to tell him that he was a fool and had to do better.

Sydney was about to hang up when Theodore immediately added, “Oh yes, Mom. You shouldn’t have texted Cindy with my phone last night.”

“Well, I did. What are you going to do about it?”

Although it was wrong of her to text using someone else’s phone, Sydney did it without any guilt.

Theodore sighed. “It was meaningless to send that text.”

“Since it was meaningless, why are you asking me about it?”

“I just want Cindy to know I wasn’t the one who texted her text. I couldn’t possibly have texted her that.”

“So, what kind of texts would you send her?” Sydney asked. “About how much you love her?”

“Mom, since we’ve made things clear, I’m hanging up. I need to be with Cindy.” With that, Theodore hung up.

He was afraid Cynthia might get angry if he said more. She couldn’t afford to get agitated at this point.

He saw Cynthia’s number being blocked on his phone, and removed it from his list of blocked numbers.

He turned around, and said, “Cindy, you heard it for yourself. I didn’t send that text. I’ve also made myself clear to my mom.”

Upon knowing that Theodore wasn’t the one who sent that text, Cynthia sighed in relief. But then she remembered that he wanted to call Rosalie but ended up calling her instead in his drunken state, and still felt angry about it.

“Didn’t you agree to meet your mom tonight? Your ex-wife will be there, too. Theo, why don’t you just pluck the tubes off me and let me die. You won’t marry me, anyway. I see it clearly now. You’re just…”

“I will marry you,” Theodore cut her off with a determined look. “I’ll begin preparing for the wedding today.”

With that, Theodore called his assistant. “Yuvan, get the best designer you can find and order a wedding gown in Cindy’s measurements.”