Chasing My Pregnant Wife

In the evening, Rosalie went to a restaurant alone and ordered a meal, forcing herself to eat something for the sake of her unborn child. Her plan was to return to her room after dinner and concoct a story to tell Rebecca the next day, to reassure the old woman that she and

Theodore had spent a wonderful night together.

Suddenly, she saw a familiar figure not far away, walking out of the

restaurant.

Cynthia?

Accompanying her were a man and a woman. The three of them chatted, shook hands, and walked out together.

But where was Theodore?

“Miss, sorry to disturb you. Are you alone?” a waiter asked. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Rosalie snapped out of her thoughts. “Yeah. Do you need something?”

“There’s a gentleman who wants to dine here, but there’s a queue of waiting guests and limited seating. So, may I ask if you would be willing to share your table with him? If not, it’s okay.”

Rosalie turned her head and saw a well–dressed man not far away. He looked quite handsome and elegant.

“It’s fine,” Rosalie replied. She was about to finish her meal anyway.

“Alright. Thank you, miss.”

Soon after the waiter spoke to the man, Sebastian Carter, he walked over to Rosalie’s side with a smile on his face.

“Sorry about this, miss. I didn’t make a reservation, so there’s no available seating. But I really wanted to try this restaurant’s

specialties.”

“It’s difficult to get a reservation at this restaurant. There was a cancellation today, so I was lucky. Please, have a seat,” Rosalie replied politely.

As Sebastian calmly sat opposite Rosalie, he noted that she was. wearing a blue dress, with her black hair tied up and wisps of curls hanging down on both sides of her cheeks. She looked quite

charming and lively. Though she was smiling, her expression somehow seemed sorrowful.

“Is there something on my face?” asked Rosalie, feeling a bit uneasy at Sebastian’s scrutiny.

“I’m sorry. I just thought you seemed a bit sad.”

“I’m not.”

Her heart was already broken. There was no room left for sadness.

“Sorry, I must have assumed too much,” Sebastian replied, after which he dropped the matter.

Not far away, a sports car was parked outside the restaurant. A man emerged from a nearby pharmacy and approached the vehicle. He opened the door and was about to get in, but suddenly

noticed at familiar figure sitting by the restaurant’s glass window.

Wasn’t that Theodore’s wife? Who was the man opposite her? What the hell?

Caleb Finch immediately took out his phone and recorded a fifteen- second video, then quickly sent it to Theodore, accompanied by a text

message.

[Bro, take a look at this! Is your wife cheating on you? She got all

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dolled up and is out on a date with a handsome guy in the middle of the night! Don’t worry, man. I’ve got your back! I’ll straighten this out for you!]

As she didn’t have much of an appetite, Rosalie quickly finished her meal.

She wiped her mouth with a napkin. I’m done, so I’ll leave first.”

Suddenly, a voice rang out, “Well, well, who do we have here? I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me.”

Hearing the familiar voice, Rosalie turned her head, somewhat surprised.

“Caleb, why are you here?”

“Am I interrupting something?” Caleb’s gaze was sharp as a sword as he glared at Sebastian. “Who are you? Do you know she’s married?” Sebastian seemed somewhat taken aback. “You’re married?”

Rosalie nodded before turning back to Caleb. “I don’t know this gentleman. I came alone, but the restaurant was full, so we shared a table. I was just about to leave.”

Having explained, Rosalie tried to brush past Caleb, but he stepped forward and blocked her path.

“Wait a minute.”