Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 591

Rosalie said it resolutely, leaving no room for negotiation.

Christopher nodded. “Alright. Thanks for your trust in me, Rose. I’ll give you a clear answer in time to come, I promise.”

The two of them were so engrossed in conversation that they didn’t notice Sebastian hiding around the corner. Shock and disbelief registered in his eyes as his countenance turned grimmer by the second.

His fingers gripped the metal pieces on the decorative wall he was hiding behind, and he tugged them hard.

Blood started seeping from his palm.

Rosalie returned to the hall, but couldn’t find Sebastian there. She was about to look for him, when she heard someone behind her.

“Rose.”

“Seb,” Rosalie said, stepping forward. “Where…”

She was about to ask him where he went, when she noticed that his palm was bleeding.

“Seb, why is your hand injured?” she exclaimed, panicked.

Sebastian’s vision suddenly came into focus, and he flashed her a smile. “It was my mistake. I was clumsy, and accidentally broke a vase. I picked up the shards with my bare hands and accidentally cut myself.”

Rosalie pulled Sebastian’s wrist. “Seb, come with me. I’ll treat your wound for you.”

Instead of blaming him for being careless, she quickly got him to sit down before turning around to find a first-aid kit.

Sebastian saw the panic and worry on Rosalie’s face, and feelings of tenderness flashed past the depths of his heart. Very soon, however, his brows arched as his face turned cold and dark, like the chilling wind in a wintery night.

When Rosalie came back, she had a first-aid kit in hand. She deftly applied ointment on Sebastian’s wound, disinfected it, and bandaged it.

Sebastian sighed inwardly as he stared at the woman before him.

Why did the truth turn out like this?

Rosalie bandaged Sebastian’s wound with utmost care. She released his hand and looked at him to ask, “Seb, how do you feel? Does it still hurt?”

Sebastian snapped back to attention, and shook his head. “No, it doesn’t hurt anymore. I’m sorry for being so careless.”

“Why are you apologizing to me? You certainly didn’t do it on purpose. I wouldn’t blame you.”

“But you’re worried about me. It’s my fault for making you worry.”

The lowly and cautious look on Sebastian’s face made Rosalie sigh. “Seb, you don’t need to be so careful around me, or keep apologizing. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Sebastian smiled. “But…”

He stopped.

“But what?” Rosalie asked.