Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore)
Chapter 376

Rosalie pulled her phone out of her pocket, and saw that it was Sebastian calling.

She had completely forgotten about promising him that she would call him to tell him she had arrived safely back home.

Rosalie wiped the tears from her face, took a deep breath, cleared her throat, and answered the call.

"Hello."

"Rose, are you home? You didn't call me, and I got a little worried."

Rosalie chuckled. "Thanks for your concern. I'm home. Sorry I forgot to call you."

"It's fine, as long as you're home. You haven't had dinner yet. I'll send dinner over to you."

"No need, I can prepare dinner myself. There's lots of food in the fridge."

"Okay, then do it soon. Remember to have dinner. Don't forget that you need to take care of your baby. Your baby will get hungry, too. You two aren't alone, I'm around," Sebastian said, in a voice filled with concern and tenderness. Rose covered her mouth, trying hard to muffle her sobs.

Why did Sebastian show so much concern for her, care so deeply about her feelings and know her so well, when they had just known each other for a short time?

Theodore, on the other hand, treated her so cruelly despite knowing her for close to a decade. He was a fool, unaware of everything, including her heart and her love. He had given his all to Cynthia, leaving no room in his heart for another woman. Rosalie was trying her best to control her sobs, but she couldn't hold back her whimpers.

Sebastian could hear her crying through the phone, and started to panic.

"Rose, no matter what happens, you'll never be alone," he assured.

Rosalie shut her eyes tight, refusing to let the tears fall and trying her best to suppress the sorrow in her heart.

She knew she couldn't let herself wallow in self-pity and misery, and that she should walk out of it. She should be focusing on happy and positive feelings that were better for her.

Alas, people were all like this; forgetting about the good things, and choosing to dwell in painful emotions and not let go of them.

"Thanks, Seb. I want some time alone for now. Don't worry, I'll be fine. I just need to calm down and compose myself. I'll contact you once I'm ready."

"Okay, sure," Sebastian said. "I won't bother you anymore. Call me if you need anything. I'll be ready round the clock."

Rosalie's throat hurt. She could only manage a weak "Okay," before hanging up.

She headed straight to her bedroom, collapsed on the bed, and cried her heart out. After a few minutes, she wiped her tears.

"Sweetie, I'll cook something for you to eat. I'll stay strong. See, there are many people who still care about us."

With that, Rosalie walked to the window. She pulled the curtains open with a whoosh, seeking some fresh air.

That was when she realized there was someone downstairs. Although he stood a distance away, she could make out who he was.

The man who was etched in her heart over the past decade, one she could recognize even if he were reduced to ashes. This distance was nothing to her.

Theodore was leaning against his car downstairs. He was spacing out, staring straight ahead at something, his arms crossed in front of his chest. He just needed to look up to see Rosalie looking at her. Rosalie rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

Why was Theodore here? Did he follow her here?

Suddenly, Theodore looked up in her direction.

Rosalie jumped up in fright, and hurriedly shut the curtains. She leaned against the wall, panting hard.