Chasing My Pregnant Wife



Time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, three months had gone by.

Rosalie's courses had concluded. Tonight, she had plans to have dinner with Theodore.

Over the past three months, he had been undergoing chemotherapy with one session every three weeks.

Rosalie had promised Theodore that she would accompany him for a meal after each chemotherapy session.

Gradually, however, Theodore began asking her out more frequently.

Sometimes, he would invite her every two weeks; other times, it would be once a week. Occasionally, they would meet for a meal every three days.

Rosalie didn't refuse him because she felt that Theodore was ill now, and she couldn't just ignore him.

Aurora was still in recovery, so someone had to keep an eye on Theodore. No matter what, Rosalie owed it to Rebecca to do so.

Their dinner was scheduled at a restaurant where the ambiance was exceptionally elegant. Under the night sky, the stars sparkled brilliantly.

A magnificent chandelier hung from the high ceiling, resembling a cluster of crystalline stars. It cast a soft and enchanting glow over the room. Exquisite dining tables were neatly arranged, each adorned with fine napkins and gleaming silverware, exuding elegance and sophistication. The walls were adorned with paintings-delicate strokes depicting vibrant flowers, serene landscapes, and abstract art. Flower arrangements and greenery graced every corner, emitting a subtle fragrance in the room.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the nighttime view outside was reflected in the restaurant. The scattered lights in the dark sky twinkled like pearls against the heavens.

Warm candlelight flickered on the dining tables, casting a soft glow that added a romantic touch to the space.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Theodore hadn't dined with Rosalie in such a nice restaurant in a long time. It felt almost like a date.

Rosalie glanced around. This time, it seemed deliberately arranged.

"How is your chemotherapy going?" she asked-this was still her primary concern.

"The results are promising. The doctor said I'll be able to undergo surgery soon to completely remove the cancer cells."

Hearing this, Rosalie let out a sigh of relief.

She noticed Theodore dressed

impeccably in a sharp suit, looking

handsome and refined, his thick hair still intact. Puzzled, she asked, "I heard chemotherapy can cause hair loss, but it seems like you haven't lost much."

"Some medications cause hair loss, but the drugs the hospital uses for me don't lead to severe hair loss. I'm relatively lucky," he replied. "Theo, if you recover, you must never drink alcohol again."

Theodore nodded and gave a faint hum. At this moment, the waiter brought two glasses of juice and placed them on the table.

Theodore picked up his juice and said, "I promise I won't drink again. Will you promise me something in return?"

"What is it?"

"I'll be undergoing surgery in a few days. After the surgery, can you stay with me during my recovery?"

Rosalie suddenly fell silent. After a while, she said, "My courses are finished now."

Hearing this, Theodore seemed to understand the implication behind her words. "You're saying you're planning to return home?"

Rosalie nodded. "Yes. After all, Steve

is there. Khaven't seen him in three months, and I miss him terribly. He must have grown a lot. Every day, I feel heartbroken seeing him only through my phone."

Theodore set down his glass of juice, his gaze tinged with disappointment. "So, I'll have to face the surgery alone."

"Aurora can accompany you," Rosalie said. "It's been three months. She should have recovered quite a bit by now."

Rosalie had stayed with Theodore through his chemotherapy sessions, but she couldn't be with him indefinitely. She wanted to go back to see Steve -she missed him dearly.

Seeing Theodore's silence, she added, "How about this? I'll stay until your surgery is done. Once the surgery is over, I'll return to the country."

She could stay a few extra days, but

if she had to wait until Theodore fully recovered, it would take far too long. By the time she returned, Steve might not even recognize her anymore.

"Let's order food first. We can talk about it later," Theodore responded bitterly.