Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 566

"Rose, don't go!" Theodore yelled from behind her.

Rosalie ignored her, and continued to walk out cruelly.

Suddenly, there was a bang from behind. Rosalie turned around, only to see Theodore rolling down the bed. The needle was jerked out of his arm, and blood dripped on the floor.

"Rose, don't go! Don't go!"

"Theo!" Rosalie rushed back to him, and knelt down to help him up. "Are you insane? What are you doing?"

"Rose, I was wrong!" Theodore grabbed her arm. "I was wrong! Please don't go! Don't go!"

Beep, beep.

The monitoring device started beeping; very soon, medical staff rushed in and lifted Theodore back on the bed.

Ten minutes later...

"Theodore Spencer, you're a grown adult. Why are you behaving like a child who's still not weaned yet?" Rosalie roared.

She was on the verge of imploding. Really, she wanted to punch him good!

Theodore leaned against the headboard, looking weak. He hung his head guiltily, and remained silent like a child who did something wrong. Rosalie, feeling faint with anger, almost lost her balance. She had to sit on a chair.

"I don't even know what to say to you right now," she murmured.

"I'm sorry," Theodore looked up guiltily. "I was wrong."

"I don't believe you. You've never truly acknowledged your mistake. You admit it verbally, but you've never changed. This is exactly your style. I find your behavior absolutely despicable. You're torturing yourself just to make me angry!" she seethed.

"Rose, I..."

"Don't bother explaining yourself!"

Rose cut him off.

"You disappeared at the wedding, and came back reeking of alcohol. You even did something so ridiculous! You were then sent to hospital, and ended up rolling off the bed. Even a three-year-old wouldn't

behave like this! I'm not your mother, and we're already divorced. I'm not obliged to tolerate your nonsense again and again! Can you please don't deliberately torture yourself just to torture me in turn?" Content

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Rosalie's words were like sharp daggers piercing through Theodore's heart.

"I admit that I don't care about my gastric issues," he said hoarsely, "because the moment I opened my eyes and saw you by my side, I felt so happy and have no regrets whatsoever."

Panting slightly, he went on, "But... I

really didn't do it on purpose, or to make your heart ache for me. I was in so much misery, I didn't know è what to do. That's why I resorted to drinking. If I hadn't left and hadn't gone drinking, I would have broken down there and then at the wedding. Alcohol was the only solution at that time, or I would have gone berserk-like a madman.

“Rose, what I said is true. I'm not lying to you. I really didn't do it on purpose. I was wrong, and I'm trying my best to change. I know how much of a bastard I was in the past, and I'm really trying to be better.

"Although...although I still look very much like a bastard, I'm really trying very...very hard to win you back."

Rosalie stared at him in silence for a long time before finally saying exasperatedly, "You should know that it's pointless trying to win me back."

"I know," Theodore said, cutting her

off. "I know you'll never forgive me,

and I don't see any hope

whatsoever. I don't have any

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confidence in myself. Even though I thought I saw a glimmer of hope when you stood next to me today, you extinguished it ruthlessly."