Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 504

“Don’t you understand what I mean? Seems like all that studying you’ve done has gone to waste,” Rosalie said coldly.

The elevator doors opened again, but Theodore grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the elevator.

Rosalie struggled with all her might. “Let me go! Theodore Spencer, what do you want?”

He ignored her resistance, and forcefully pulled her to an empty ward. He opened the door and locked it before pressing her against the wall, his eyes spewing fire.

“Rosalie Young, I’m giving you one chance. Take those words back!”

“What words?” Rosalie sneered. “Are you referring to what I said about Cynthia’s heart? Are you mad because I hit the nail on the head?”

Theodore clenched his fist, and smashed it on the wall next to her ear.

Rosalie’s heart was racing. She was very scared, but beyond fear, she felt anger. If Theodore really was the culprit, it proved how terrifying he really was.

Fire burned in Theodore’s eyes as his chest heaved, panting heavily. He glared at Rosalie with fury, and said through gritted teeth, “It’s fine that you misunderstand me about what happened to Sebastian, but now you’re suspecting me of going around killing people just so I can give Cynthia a new heart?!”

How could she have such a wicked thought? Since when did he become so devious in her eyes? How could she see him that way?

Every word that came from her mouth was like a sharp knife piercing through his heart.

“I didn’t say that.” Rosalie avoided his gaze, fearing that her stance might soften toward him when she looked into his eyes. Perhaps she might even start thinking this had nothing to do with him.

“How could you say something so cruel so easily, and then look so indifferent about it? How can you make it seem like I’m overreacting? Do you think your words can’t hurt me? Oh, right. I’m already a serial killer in your eyes, so you think me cold, heartless, and mindlessly cruel, numb to everything in this world!” Theodore snarled.

The look of fury and sorrow in Theodore’s eyes made Rosalie’s mind descend into chaos. At that moment, she felt out of breath.

She suddenly had a feeling that she might have misunderstood him, and that her careless guess had hurt him deeply.

But she had no clue, she really hadn’t. She kept her guesses to herself, and didn’t tell anyone about it.

“I really don’t know if you’re the one,” Rosalie retorted, clenching her fists. “It’s just my own speculation, and I won’t tell anyone about it. If you really weren’t the one who did it, then your conscience is clear.”