Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Two days later, Rosalie and Theodore met at a restaurant where she had reserved a private room.

It was extremely quiet. Rosalie brought her daughter there very early, and Theodore wasn't there yet.

Five minutes before their agreed time, Theodore pushed the door open and walked in.

Rosalie stood up, slightly agitated. "Theo, you're here."

She looked behind him and saw no one. Theodore was alone, and Jake didn't come with him.

"Where's Jake?" she asked.

Theodore walked over and settled down on a chair. "I told him about our meeting,noveldrama

but he refused to come."

Rosalie's heart raced. "Why not? Doesn't he want to see his mother?"

Theodore looked coldly at her. "You left him when he was only one-and-a-half years old. He doesn't even remember what you look like. Although I've been showing him photos of you and telling him stories about you, it's clear to him that his mother is not by his side."

Rosalie felt as though someone had sliced her heart into two. She couldn't hold her tears back as they streamed down her cheeks. She slumped back on a chair, deflated.

"Mommy, don't cry," Chelsea said as she hurriedly grabbed a napkin and dabbed Rosalie's face with it.

Theodore saw shadows of Justin in Chelsea. She looked so much like him.

"You resemble your father very much," he commented.

Especially her eyes, which were exactly like Justin's.

Chelsea looked at Theodore doubtfully. She had often heard about this man from her mother, and this was her first time seeing him. She found him slightly frightening. His face was cold, and he seemed to dislike her mommy.

Rosalie wiped the tears from her face. "Theo, this is Chelsea. I've been talking to her about you and Jake over the years.

"Chelsea, he's Mr. Spencer. He's the one who gave you your name."

Chelsea greeted Theodore politely and cautiously. "Hello, Mr. Spencer."

Theodore blamed Rosalie for what

she did,

cat when he saw Chelsea

his name in such an adorable

his heart melted.

He pulled out a small box from his pocket. "Chelsea, I brought you a gift."

Chelsea glanced at the box and waited till Rosalie nodded. Only then did she approach Theodore obediently.

Theodore opened the box to reveal an exquisite bracelet. He removed it from the box and slipped it on Chelsea's wrist.

"Do you like it?" Theodore asked tenderly.

Chelsea nodded. "I do."

"Good that you do."

Chelsea went back to Rosalie, who said uneasily, "I'm sorry, Theo. I didn't bring Jake a gift. I don't know what he likes."

She was so anxious to see him, she completely forgot.

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"He doesn't lack anything. His toys in our house are piling up like mountains. He'd just throw them aside after playing with them and doesn't know how to treasure what he has," Theodore said.

Gifts were nothing compared to having one's mother by one's side.

Theodore stood up. "Since I couldn't bring Jake here, I suppose you don't want to see me alone. I'll make myself scarce."

"Wait," Rosalie said. "Don't go back yet. Since you're here, let's just have a meal. I'll eventually meet Jake, anyway."

Rosalie did want to see Theodore.

Theodore saw the expectant look in Rosalie's eyes and nodded before sitting back down.