Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 602

Sebastian indeed had a woman he liked, and that woman was Rosalie. He didn’t dare to tell her the truth, so he lied.

Lily suddenly thought of something. Still feeling somewhat puzzled, she asked, "You say I’m the girl he likes, but you're married. Don’t you feel jealous?"

Rosalie smiled awkwardly. "Miss Yancey, actually, my marriage with Seb is quite complicated. We didn’t marry for love, so… But Miss Lily, please believe me, the relationship between Seb and me is definitely not what you think. The reason we got married…"

Rosalie found that she couldn’t cover up the situation anymore.

"Forget it, I might as well tell you the truth."

Rosalie roughly explained the situation to Lily. After hearing it, Lily wanted to find a chair to sit down and calm herself.

"So, you married him to help him?" she asked.

Rosalie nodded. "Yes, I originally thought that since Seb liked you, he could pursue you. If you could marry him, it’d be perfect. But he told me that you rejected him, so at that time, I had no other choice."

Lily smiled awkwardly. "So that’s how it is."

It seemed Sebastian had lied to Rosalie about a lot of things. Who knew what he was really thinking? If he liked Rosalie, why not just confess? Why invent a girl he supposedly liked, causing the person he truly liked to misunderstand?

But in the end, he still married the woman he loved. This whole thing was just too messy.

"Miss Yancey, promise me that you won’t tell anyone what I said. Alright?"

Lily nodded. "Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. I believe you’re telling me this because you trust me."

"Yes," Rosalie said, "because I think the girl Seb likes can’t be a bad person. She must be someone worthy of his affection, so I trust you."

Lily smiled. "Thank you for your trust."

It seemed that Rosalie was also a kind person. But the woman across from her, Cynthia, didn’t seem like a good person. That woman had an odd and unpleasant aura, making people uncomfortable just by looking at her.