Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 569

Rosalie returned to the hospital Sebastian was warded in.

She called Sebastian before her return to ask if he had had dinner. Sebastian said that he had not, and Rosalie bought dinner for herself and Sebastian.

When Rosalie came back, Sebastian was in an excellent mood.

She felt much more relaxed with Sebastian compared to Theodore, and they enjoyed their dinner amidst laughter and good conversation.

Sebastian asked her about the wedding; Rosalie could only say that it wasn’t bad, as she was unable to tell him the truth.

“Rose, when I’m fully recovered, I can accompany you to many places. You wouldn’t need to be alone.”

Rosalie nodded. “Then you should really get well soon.”

“I will! The doctor told me today that I’m recovering very well. I might even be able to get discharged early, depending on the situation.”

Rosalie smiled. “That’s good.”

“Oh yes, Rose,” Sebastian said as a thought suddenly came to mind. “I think I recalled some memories today.”

“Is that so?” Rosalie exclaimed, pleasantly surprised. “What did you recall?”

Sebastian said, “I vaguely remember you crying very sorrowfully in my arms, as if…as if I did something very bad. You told me not to go, and even said that I didn’t want you anymore, and that I lied to you.”

Rosalie hurriedly assured him, “Not at all, Seb. You didn’t do anything like that to me.”

“Then why did you cry so sadly and told me not to go, and even accused me of lying to you? That memory made me so uneasy. I must have done something, or you wouldn’t have cried so miserably. Rose, tell me the truth. Don’t be scared of hurting me. If I did something wrong, I’m willing to accept any punishment. You can’t just erase my mistakes just because I lost my memories. I will take responsibility for what I’ve done, and you can do anything you want to me.”

Despite losing his memories, Sebastian was still filled with such a strong sense of responsibility toward her.

Sebastian gently held Rosalie’s arm, and said anxiously, “Tell me. It’s alright.”

“Hear me out first,” she said, patting his shoulders gently. “It’s not what you think. You haven’t been unfaithful to me. You have that memory because that night, I contracted a fever, had a nightmare, and was talking nonsense. You stayed by my side and comforted me the entire night. You even cooked for me, and took great care of me. You didn’t do anything wrong. You’ve always treated me well. Please don’t overthink.”