Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 49

Chapter 49 

Rosalie glanced at Rebecca, whose complexion seemed a bit off. 

Worried that the tension between them might upset Rebecca, Rosalie quickly said, “Mom, Dad, the food is getting cold. Let’s eat. I’ve made up my mind. I won’t pursue further studies. I’ll start looking for a job 

soon. 

Sydney and Wesley glanced at her. Since Rosalie had made a decision, they didn’t say anything more. After all, they were about Rebecca too. Their argument wasn’t really about Rosalie’s 

decision, with the exact reasons being known only to them. 

erned 

Theodore raised his wine glass and downed half of it in one gulp, his expression darkening. After that, he didn’t speak much, remaining quiet. It was mostly Rosalie chatting with Rebecca, while Wesley and Sydney also remained silent. Yet, amidst the silence, there seemed to 

be a hidden tension. 

Rebecca wasn’t foolish. She had seen her fair share of ups and 

downs. How could she not sense that something was amiss? She just chose not to confront it. 

Rosalie a good girl. Rebecca believed that the Spencer family 

was 

would be fine as long as Rosalie was around. Even when Rebecca 

passed on one day, Rosalie could still take care of the household. 

After dinner, everyone gathered for a chat. 

Rebecca wasn’t feeling well, especially after drinking wine during dinner, so she soon felt drowsy. Rosalie helped her upstairs to rest, personally assisting her with changing clothes and attending to her needs. Even biological daughters might not be this caring and 

meticulous, which goes to show why Rebecca liked Rosalie so much. 

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Over half an hour later, Rosalie came downstairs and informed everyone, “Grandma has already gone to bed.” 

It was getting late, so it was time for everyone to leave. 

Sydney picked up her bag and stood up. “Then, I’ll be leaving now.” She left without even looking back. 

“I’m leaving too,” said Wesley, before following after Sydney and softly saying, “I’ll drive you.” 

“No need. I drove myself here,” Sydney declined directly. 

“Didn’t you drink alcohol? How can you drive?” 

Wesley had specifically made sure to not drink alcohol so he could drive his wife home. 

“That was grape juice, not wine. Mr. Spencer, please keep your distance from me,” Sydney said mercilessly as she got into her car and drove off. 

They were more like enemies than a married couple. 

Wesley clenched his fists. His anger surged, unable to find an outlet. He could only kick a nearby tire fiercely, a stark contrast to his usual calm and dignified demeanor. Who doesn’t lose their temper sometimes? 

In the living room, only Rosalie and Theodore remained. There was an awkward tension between them. 

“I’ll drive myself home. What about you? Do you have a driver?” Rosalie asked.