Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 965



Theodore's clothes were completely soaked.

Later, he simply took off all his clothes and washed himself alongside Rosalie.

Afterward, he dried Rosalie's hair and body with a towel, and then carried her back to the ward. He placed her gently on the bed and covered her with the blanket.

Rosalie lay on the bed, her body wrapped in the soft sheets.

The moonlight filtered through the window and illuminated her delicate, sculpted face. Her skin was as white as snow and exuded a natural glow, as though every inch of her was a masterpiece carefully crafted by an artist. Her long, curled lashes were clearly defined. Her lips were full and alluring. Slightly upturned, it radiated charm.

The night was quiet, and the atmosphere in the room was peaceful and warm. The faint light accentuated the warm tones of the room, creating a dreamy, almost celestial ambiance.

Theodore gazed at Rosalie, his gaze full of deep affection and obsession. His eyes shone like stars, flickering with intense emotion. Every glance made his heart flutter.

His eyes revealed endless longing and pain. He couldn't tear his gaze away, and every breath he took was an acknowledgment of her presence. How long had it been since they had moments like this?

He loved everything about her deeply, from her head to her toe. Even though he had hurt her, he still couldn't stop loving her.

Looking at her serene sleeping face, he felt an overwhelming sense of happiness and inner peace. Yet, with that happiness came the despairing pain. His love for her could never be fully returned. The gap and misunderstandings between them could never be resolved.

He wished he could protect her and make her happy. Everyone had a chance to do that, but not him. Rosalie didn't need him anymore. Chapter 965 1

"Rose, will you let me protect you? Let me be a part of your life, even if I'm not your husband?"

Chapter 965 2

Her form was fully exposed to his eyes. Even the smallest imperfection appeared flawless in his gaze. There was worship in his eyes, as if she were a goddess.

He climbed onto the bed, hovering above her, and caressed her delicate face with his hand.

"Rose, tonight, I want you. Is that okay?Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

"Do you remember our sweet, happy times?

"But gradually, you adapted, and then you held me and begged me.

"Those were the good times. Why didn't I cherish you? Rose, can we start over?"

He lowered his head and kissed her lips. Then, things spiraled out of control, and he kissed her all over.

Even though Rosalie's eyes were tightly shut, her brows slightly furrowed. It seemed as though she could feel a strange sensation throughout her body.