Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 568

Rosalie knew that if the day Theodore discovered she was pregnant with his child came, it would certainly be a huge shock to him—whether pleasant or unpleasant.

She just didn’t know in what way he would find out about it.

When she imagined the scenario where she would tell him in person, she ended up in terrible pain.

Rosalie pulled the chair closer to the bed, and sat back down.

“Theo, to be honest, even though I don’t hate you, I do bear a grudge against you in the depths of my heart. You’re right—it’s a grudge family might bear against one another. I don’t know how long I’ll bear this grudge for, but I admit, you’re right. My relationship with the Spencers won’t be cut off just because of our failed relationship.”

Rosalie pulled out her phone from her pocket, navigated to her call blacklist, and removed Theodore’s contact from it.

“I’ve removed your number from my call blacklist, not because I’ve let go of things, but because on second thought, I can’t cut ties with the Spencers. If anything happens to Grandma and you can’t contact me, that would be terrible. But this doesn’t mean that you—”

“I know,” Theodore said, happiness evident in his eyes. “It doesn’t mean I can call you as I please, or chat with you over text. I know. I won’t do that. I won’t bother you unless absolutely necessary.”

He was very glad to see his hard work had finally borne fruit. Even if it was something very insignificant, he was delighted about it.

Rosalie nodded before slipping her phone back into her pocket.

Good that he understood.

“Let me repeat to you what the doctor told me again. You can’t take alcohol for the next three years. If you drink yourself silly and end up damaging your stomach, you’ll never be able to take solid food for the rest of your life. You’ll have to be on a liquid diet forever. If you insist on drinking alcohol, I can’t stop you. I’m not your wife, and I can’t breathe down your neck every day. Your health is yours alone, you do as you please.”

“I won’t drink again,” Theodore said solemnly. “I promise you…”

He suddenly stopped. He wanted to make her a promise, but he suddenly found that thought laughable. How many promises had he made to her? And what had happened to them all eventually?

His promises were now meaningless.

Rosalie didn’t urge Theodore to complete his sentence. Instead, she looked at him for a long time before asking, “Why aren’t you talking?”

Theodore smiled bitterly. “I suddenly remembered that I have no right to make any promises to you, even though I really want to.”