Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 1166

"Godfather, Godmother, I'll make a move, too," Yerick said while still hiding behind Wesley's back, sounding slightly timid.

Sydney furrowed her brows. "I'm not your godmother. I'm about to divorce him, so don't go around calling me that. I don't know you."

Sydney's tone wasn't very polite.

She didn't like pretentious people like Yerick who was honey-tongued to everyone they met. She found them scheming and calculative. Though she didn't understand what Wesley was doing by getting himself a godson, it didn't matter to her.

"Syd, why are you so fierce?" Wesley said with a frown. "It's fine if you don't want to be his godmother, but there's no need…"

"I'm just fierce. What are you going to do about that?" Sydney shot back.

She was exhausted, and couldn't care less about her tone.

"Wesley, we just buried Mom. I don't want to fight with you. I've gotten myself a lawyer, and I'm sure things will get ugly if we go to court. I'll expose you for all the affairs you had. Reporters from everywhere will clamor for a piece of the news. Mom's gone and she won't be able to see it blow up anyway, so I don't mind going to that extent—unless you sign the papers before I do so."

With that, Sydney turned to leave.

Wesley was about to chase after her when she turned around and snapped, "Don't follow me."

She then stepped into a car and drove off.

Wesley clenched his fists and sighed helplessly.

Yerick approached him and gently patted him on the shoulder. "I'm sorry, Godfather. I said the wrong thing just now and made her upset."

"That's not your fault," Wesley said sorrowfully. "It's mine."

"Godfather, I'll make a move first. Do head back early and get some rest. You look quite tired too."

"Thanks, Yerry. I'll treat you to a meal next time."

"I'll see you next time then."

"Rose, don't say that," Justin comforted her. "This isn't your fault. You're just too tired, and you've been coaxing him for a long time. He probably stopped crying in my arms because he got tired of crying after such a long time. Rest on the couch for a while. I'll feed him and put him to sleep, okay?"

"Thank you, Justin." Rosalie felt exhausted both physically and mentally.

"Don't mention it. I should be the one thanking you for letting me recuperate here. Go sit down for a while."

With that, Justin carried Steve back into the room. He prepared a milk bottle for Steve and changed his diaper. After a while, he managed to coax the baby to sleep.

After putting Steve on the cot, he returned to the living room and saw Rosalie crying on the couch with a napkin in her hand. She was trying very hard not to make a sound.

Justin stood next to her and watched her quietly for a while before sitting down next to her. He said nothing, simply keeping her company in silence.

After a while, he gently patted her back.

"Rose, cry in my arms."