Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 720

Sebastian and Yerick laid in bed, waiting for Rosalie, who never came back.

Where did she go?

Sebastian wanted to call her, but his phone was left on the couch.

He wanted to stand up and get his phone, but the nurse walked over and said sternly, “You’re not allowed to get up.”

His brows furrowed, he said, “I pay you your salary. You have to do what I say.”

“Your wife is now the one paying me my salary.”

Rosalie made herself very clear before she left.

“Let me get up. My wallet is on the couch. I’ll give you all my money. We’ll do this under the table and keep it a secret from Rose,” Sebastian said.

“I’ll tell Rose about it,” Yerick said as he gripped the sheets tight. “Get up, and I’ll tell her what you did. I’ll also tell her how you bribed the nurse.”

“Yerick, do you have a screw loose? Do you really want to keep lying in bed?”

Yerick smirked. “What’s wrong with that? It feels quite comfortable. The bed is nice and soft. The VIP ward is exceptional indeed, I feel more comfortable here than at home. What’s more, I have you to keep me company.”

“You…” Sebastian was beyond frustrated.

He was truly afraid of angering Rosalie. She didn’t look like she was joking about what she said before she left.

The nurse warned, “You two had better stay in bed.”

Sebastian stared helplessly at the ceiling, and let out a long sigh.

Yerick saw how upset Sebastian looked, and smiled smugly. “Well, seems like Rose is taking her precautions.”

“What are you being so smug about?” Sebastian bit out. “It’s all your fault. Why are you acting all innocent?”

“My fault?” Yerick said with mock surprise. “Why would it be my fault? I didn’t do anything.”

“Didn’t you pretend to bite your tongue?”

The cheek of him to claim that he did nothing!

“Oh, that’s what you were referring to,” Yerick said. “Didn’t you have a so-called headache too? Are you allowed to have a headache, while I’m not allowed to bite my tongue? That’s too autocratic of you. In any case, you started it first.”

“Me?” Sebastian clenched his fists below the sheets. “This whole thing was clearly all your fault.”

With a shake of his head, Yerick said, “No, it was your fault.”

Sebastian roared, “It was your fault!”

Yerick insisted stubbornly, “No, it was your fault!”