MY PREGNANT WIFE

A Night of Unexpected Affection

So. Theodore had only intervened because he thought Caleb was bullying Oynthia?

Resale was indeed naive, ridiculously so!

Despite her efforts to hold back her tears, she couldn't stop some

from falling. Wiping them away, she smiled faintly.

"It's okay. We were wrong from the beginning. This incident doesn't make any difference."

At her words, the atmosphere suddenly plunged into a terrifying

-stalemate.

Caleb felt like he had nowhere to hide. He glanced around and even considered jumping out of the window. It was too awkward!

After a long silence, Rosalie spoke again, 'I don't know why you drank so much. Maybe you were too happy. Anyway, we're getting divorced, so I have no right to intervene. I'm leaving."

Rosalie was about to turn away when Theodore grabbed her wrist. "I'll take you back."

His once drunkenly hazy eyes became clear when he looked at her.

Rosalie forcefully shook his hand off. "No need. But I told Grandma we aren't going home tonight because we're out celebrating my birthday. So, when you see her, remember to tell her that we stayed at Heaton Hotel and had a great time tonight."

With that, Rosalie turned and walked out quickly.

Theodore opened his empty palm, feeling like something had

suddenly disappeared. Today was her birthday, but he had tossed her

aside.

Caleb glanced at him and said, "I'll send her off."

Theodore was too drunk to drive, while Caleb was injured, but sober.

Though Caleb rushed into the elevator right after Rosalie and stood behind her, she acted as if he didn't exist at all!

Caleb scratched his head awkwardly. "Um... I didn't expect him to mistake you for Cynthia. It's not my business... It's all his fault. I'll take you back, okay? Let's go directly to the parking lot." Rosalie still didn't acknowledge him. She got out of the elevator on the ground floor and went straight to the intersection, flagging down a taxi. It seemed she wouldn't ride in Caleb's car at all.

Suddenly, a figure brushed past Caleb and entered the taxi, sitting beside Rosalie.

Rosalie turned her head in shock. "How did you get here?"

Theodore didn't respond but instead told the driver, "Skycrest Lakeside Residences, Unit 1."

The driver was startled. That was where the top tycoons of Ashwick City lived! The backseat was dimly lit, so the driver couldn't see their faces clearly. It wouldn't be appropriate to intentionally turn on the rear lights to see which big shot was riding in his taxi.

"Why are you here?" Rosalie asked, frowning.

"Going home," Theodore, who seemed a bit more sober, but still had the smell of alcohol clinging to him, replied calmly.

Rosalie found his words incredibly ironic.

Both remained silent throughout the journey. Upon reaching their destination, the two got out of the car

Instinctively, Theodore reached for Rosalie's hand, but she forcefully shook it off. He stumbled and almost fell, though it was unclear whether it was because she had exerted too much force or if he had drunk too much.

A startled Rosalie hurriedly tried to support him, but in response, Theodore used the momentum to pull her into his arms. In an instant, they were pressed close together.

His warm breath, tinged with heavy alcohol, brushed against her face as he spoke in a tone akin to addressing a mischievous child, "What's wrong? Are you mad at me?" Pressed against his chest, Rosalie's heart raced. "Let me go."

"Why won't you let me hold your hand?"

Rosalie couldn't help but chuckle in exasperation. "Because we're getting divorced."

So what if we're getting divorced? Didn't you say you see me as a

brother?" Theodore said.

"Since I see you as a brother, we shouldn't be this intimate. It's inappropriate," Rosalie countered.

Suddenly, an elderly voice rang out, "What's going on? Who's being inappropriate?"

They turned to see Rebecca leaning on her cane, being assisted by the butler as she approached.

"Look at you two. You're not even inside the house yet and are already. hugging so tightly. That's really inappropriate," Rebecca remarked.

In fact, she was actually delighted to see her grandson and granddaughter-in-law being so affectionate.

Rosalie immediately broke free from Theodore's embrace and went to Rebecca's side.

"Grandma, why are you out so late?" she asked, holding the older woman's arm.

Judging from Rebecca's behavior, it seemed she hadn't heard Rosalie and Theodore talking about their divorce earlier. Otherwise, she wouldn't be so calm.

"I was bored, so I came to see if Theo really took you out for your birthday," Rebecca said.

She had been a bit skeptical about her grandson, so she came to check herself.

"Oh, you two were supposed to be out, weren't you? back?

Rebecca asked, puzzled

"We had enough fun outside and decided to come back home. Home is always better than anywhere else, Rosalie replied, quickly

providing a reasonable excuse.

"That's true," Rebecca said as she patted Rosalie's hand. "Nowhere's

better than home. No matter what happens, always remember to

come home."

Rebecca motioned for Theodore to come closer. When he did, she frowned. "How much have you had to drink?"

"Grandma, it's my birthday today, so I let him have a few extra drinks. It's all my fault," Rosalie interjected.

"Oh, child. Why do you always take the blame for everything? I'm sure he's the one who couldn't hold back from drinking."

Rebecca's cold gaze shifted to Theodore, but he remained silent, his gaze fixed on Rosalie. Noticing her grandson's subtle glance at her granddaughter-in-law, a smile played at the corners of the old woman's mouth.

She took Theodore's hand and placed it on the back of Rosalie's hand. "Theo and Rose, seeing you two being so affectionate makes me feel relieved. As long as you two are together, this is home. Without either of you, it's not home. Do you understand?"

Rosalie's nose tingled as she fought back tears and nodded vigorously. "Yes, Grandma, I understand."

"Alright then, I won't disturb you two anymore. I'll head back now. Enjoy your time together. By the way, I got you a gift. It's in your room.

Go take a look when you get a chance," Rebecca said, feeling

reassured after seeing them getting along.

Rebecca had been feeling uneasy these past few days, as if something was about to happen to Theodore and Rebecca, so she was keeping a close eye on them.

"Grandma, why don't you stay here tonight?" Rosalie suggested.

"No need. My place is not far anyway. The driver is waiting. I'll head off first. You two take care of yourselves," Rebecca said, patting their hands before leaving with the butler's support. The two of them watched Rebecca's car until it disappeared from sight.

Rosalie was about to leave when she noticed Theodore struggling to stand steadily, so she went to support him. Theodore instinctively wrapped his arm around her waist and leaned weakly against her. Once in the room, Rosalie helped Theodore sit on the edge of the bed, then went into the bathroom.

After a while, she emerged and said, "I've prepared a bath for you. Wash up and get some rest."

Theodore looked up and stared at her but remained silent for a while.

Rosalie approached him and said, "You should go take a bath first. I'll go to the kitchen and make you some soup. It'll help you feel better since you drank so much."

Even though they were getting a divorce, Rosalie couldn't bring herself to stop caring for him. As she was about to leave, Theodore suddenly grabbed her arm.