Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 481

Sydney sneered, "After seeing that woman's true colors, you suddenly discover you love me? Why didn't you love me all those years before?"

"Sydney, I'm slow and an idiot. I've realized my mistakes, and I'll do my best to make it up to you. You’re my only wife," Wesley said humbly and sincerely.

"I'm still your wife," Sydney said, "and we've been together all these years. What more do you want?"

"I..."

Wesley didn't know what to say. He feared that if he said too much, Sydney would find him annoying. Although they were still married and often spent the night together, this relationship felt more like two people merely fulfilling each other's needs.

When they needed each other, they spent the night together; when they didn't, they ignored each other and pretended to be strangers.

What kind of marriage was this?

Wesley didn't want to discuss it further, afraid Sydney wouldn't even give him a little bit of attention.

"By the way, Sydney, someone just called you. He said it was about some official business," he said.

"You answered my phone?" Sydney demanded coldly.

"You were in the shower, and I was worried you might miss an important call, so I answered it for you. I'm sorry."

Sydney grabbed her phone, and checked her call history—it was from Geoffrey. She hadn't been able to reach him after he said those strange things to her.

He must have had a hand in getting Rosalie to marry Sebastian. Neither he nor his son were good people.

"Wesley, you can leave now," she said, shooing Wesley away.

Wesley sighed and got up from the bed. "Alright, I'll leave. Let's meet another time."

This wasn't even dating, let alone being a married couple.

After tidying up, Wesley left. Sydney closed the door and sat on the bed, then called Geoffrey back.

Soon, Geoffrey answered. "Hello."

"Geoffrey, why did you call me? What are you up to?" She hadn't wanted to call back, but was worried he was plotting something behind her back.

"Do you have to be so cold-hearted?" Geoffrey snapped angrily. "You haven't even spent any time with Sebastian! How do you know what kind of person he is?"

"I haven't spent time with him, but I know what kind of person his father is—a cold-blooded, ruthless man who would do anything for money. How could someone raised by you be a good person?"

Geoffrey took a deep breath, and suppressed his anger. "Sydney, I hope you don't regret what you've said someday."

Sydney scoffed. "Don't worry, I won't regret it. I can barely take care of my own son."

She heard Geoffrey's breathing getting heavier, indicating how angry he was.

"Goodbye." Geoffrey hung up the phone.

Sydney sighed. She had heard about Sebastian's incident from Theodore, but she didn't understand why Geoffrey told her about it.

She wondered how Rosalie was doing. After her divorce from Theodore, she had married Sebastian without thinking it through. Now, Sebastian was hurt and in the hospital. Neither of her husbands brought her peace.

After hanging up the phone, Geoffrey lowered his head and closed his eyes in pain. He murmured to himself, "Sydney, Sebastian’s your biological son."