Chasing My Pregnant Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 271 - チャプター 280

Yvonne replied with a kissing emoji. Their brief chat ended for now. Rosalie looked up from her screen, and realized that Theodore was still staring at her. "You seemed to have enjoyed that conversation," he said calmly. Yet, if one listened closely, one would be able to tell he was implying something. Rosalie nodded. "Yes, it was quite enjoyable." She put her phone aside. "What's the matter? Do you have a problem with it?" "No problem. As long as you're happy. It seems Sebastian knows how to make you smile," he said in a gloomy tone. "Oh, that wasn't Sebastian just now," Rosalie said. "It was another friend." "Another friend?" Theodore frowned instantly. "You have quite a lot of friends. You can’t stop chatting, can you? How many backups do you have?" He obviously thought that Yvonne was a man. Rosalie's eyes glinted slyly. Theodore was really clueless. She didn't correct him, but instead smiled and said, "I'm wealthy now, so isn't it normal for me to have a few ba

"Why didn't you tell me you went?" Theodore asked. He wondered if, perhaps, that was the night Rosalie sought comfort from Sebastian. Thinking of Sebastian, his eyes grew cold again. Sebastian naturally became his enemy right from their first meeting, like there could be no two rulers in one town. "What's there to tell?" Rosalie was indifferent. "As soon as I saw how much you cared for Cynthia, I left." "Why didn't you go home? Why did you go to Sebastian instead?" Theodore pressed. Rosalie stayed silent. She didn’t tell him that it had rained heavily that night, and that she had collapsed in the rain in pain. She had also nearly met with an accident. Sebastian was the one who came all the way to visit her at the hospital. At that time, Theodore was by Cynthia's bedside, and didn’t leave for a second. She was very grateful to Sebastian for providing her comfort in her moments of despair. She didn’t see a need to let Theodore know all this; he would only see her as even more

The next day, an earth-shattering voice echoed throughout Sebastian’s villa. "Seb, save me! Please!!!" Sebastian was still sound asleep. He was having a wonderful dream, where he and Rosalie were getting married. Rosalie was wearing a wedding dress, looking like a goddess—beautiful and noble. She was slowly walking toward him, a happy smile on her face. On the other hand, he was ecstatic, and reached out his hand to her. The two of them stood on the stage; under everyone’s gaze, they exchanged wedding rings. When the host announced that the groom could kiss the bride, he cupped her face and gazed at her delicate cheeks. Feeling his heart race, he closed his eyes and leaned in slowly to kiss her. Just as their lips were only a few millimeters apart, a woman's sharp voice pulled him out of his dream. Sebastian had the urge to kill someone. He wasn’t a man with a particularly good temper. His good temper was reserved only for Rosalie, but this woman's voice was obviously n

"That’s the point!" Yvonne tugged at his sleeve like a spoiled child. "Seb, we're in the same boat now. If Dad finds out, I'll say you're an accomplice too." Sebastian frowned. "I'm helping you, but you're still threatening me. You don’t have a conscience at all." "I just want to be on the same side as you." She hugged him, and rested her head on his shoulder. "But don't worry! Since we're in this together now, whatever happens in the future, I'll help you. Whatever you need me to do, just say it. I'll do it for you, no matter what." "Is that so? I do have something that I want you to help me with," Sebastian said. "What is it? Tell me." Yvonne blinked playfully, her eyes flickering. Sebastian looked at her coldly. "Stay away from me—the farther, the better. And when you go out, don't tell others that we're siblings. Let’s just pretend we don't know each other." Yvonne's face turned pale. "Seb, you're not going to sever ties with me, are you?" Sebastian smiled. "I despera

He snorted. "Didn’t you send these messages?" Yvonne grinned awkwardly. "It's true I sent them, Seb, but I had my reasons. I was doing it for you!" "You called me petty and a bastard for my sake?" Sebastian gripped the phone tightly and continued walking toward her step by step. "Tell me. Should I throw you down the house, or just twist your neck?" He backed Yvonne into a corner. Nervously, she said, "Seb, come on, take a closer look. I said those things on purpose to test Rose. See how much she cares about you? I wanted to know what she thought of you. Look at her replies!" Sebastian glanced at the phone screen again, and his icy gaze softened. He had only been focusing on the offensive things Yvonne said about him, but now, he realized how kind Rosalie's replies were. He stopped scrunching up his face. Seeing Sebastian's mood improving, Yvonne hurriedly continued, "See? She cares a lot about you! I said those things on purpose, and she immediately defended you without