Chasing My Pregnant Wife

“You’re hurt,” said Theodore, staring at his wife’s wrist.

The abrasion on her wrist was shallow, but it seemed deeply etched in his eyes.

“I’m fine. I’ll put on a Band–Aid later. You go ahead and take a shower.”

“Let’s shower together.”

Theodore looked up and calmly gazed at her. He said those words as naturally as he had brought up getting a divorce.

Throughout their marriage, the couple often showered together, and sometimes, they couldn’t resist…

Staring into Theodore’s dark eyes, Rosalie felt flustered and confused, but she still forcefully pulled her hand away.

“It’s fine. You go ahead and shower.”

Since they had chosen to get divorced, there was no point in being tender to each other now.

Theodore’s hand was suddenly empty. When he returned to his senses, Rosalie had already left the room.

When Rosalie walked into the room carrying a bowl of soup, she found that Theodore hadn’t come out of the bathroom yet.

Concerned, she went to the bathroom to check on him, only to find an amusing yet exasperating scene before her.

Theodore was actually asleep in the bathtub. His clothes were strewn on the floor, and his phone was discarded to the side. Picking them up, Rosalie put the clothes in the laundry hamp

the bathtub and gently nudging her husband’s shoulder.

“Theo.”

Theodore furrowed his brow, seemingly disturbed from his slumber. Behaving like a grumpy child, he ignored her, pushing her hand away and turning around.

But he had seemingly forgotten that he was in a bathtub, not a bed. When he turned, he plopped right into it.

Splash!

Water splashed everywhere, soaking Rosalie’s clothes. She wiped the water off her face and quickly reached out to pull Theodore out of the bathtub, afraid the drunken fool would drown.

“Theo, wake up!”

Despite everything that had happened, he still hadn’t sobered up! If she had come in five minutes later, would he have drowned?

Though they had only been married for a year, she had known him for ten years. She had never seen the high and mighty, handsome CEO in such a sorry state.

Rosalie exerted all her strength to pull Theodore ‘out of the bathtub. Half dazed, he stumbled out of the bathroom with her help. After she dried the water off his body and blow–dried his hair, she sat

next to him on the bed to feed him the soup. Just as he took a sip, he spat it out like a naughty baby. C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

Frowning, Rosalie quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe his mouth. “Why did you spit it out?”

Theodore had his eyes closed as he muttered, “Tastes bad.”

“You…” Rosalie couldn’t help but laugh at him, asking, “But alcohol tastes good?”

“Hmm.”

Rosalie fell silent. If anyone else saw Theodore being so childish, his reputation as a dignified CEO would probably be ruined.

Rosalie shook her head helplessly, then scooped up another spoonful of soup and brought it to his lips. “Open up. You’ll feel much better after drinking this.”

But Theodore evaded her, refusing like a stubborn child who wouldn’t eat his food.

Rosalie really wanted to spank him!

Theodore collapsed onto the bed, half asleep.

Rosalie sighed, thinking to herself that it was fine if he didn’t want to drink the soup, but also worried that he might feel uncomfortable after drinking so much alcohol.

Oh, damn her soft–heartedness!

She took a sip of soup but didn’t swallow it, then used her hand to open his mouth and leaned down to feed him mouth–to–mouth. As her soft lips touched his, Theodore slowly opened his eyes, and

his hazy gaze was suddenly bright enough to illuminate the, dark sky.

With a gulp, he swallowed the soup Rosalie fed him.

Seeing he was awake, Rosalie blushed and sat up straight, feeling embarrassed. “I just wanted you to drink this soup. Since you’re awake, drink it yourself.”