Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 1195

“Just look at them. They only have those few things to say, such as me having a mental problem, being indecent, promiscuous, and fooling around with men like the female lead. They insist that the characters in the novel are a reflection of the author. What a joke.”

The author chuckled as she went on, “I’m single and I don’t care about men at all. I’ve been traveling around the world. How would I have time to fool around with men? Based on their logic, authors who write ghost stories are ghosts themselves, and those who write murder mysteries and criminals too? How stupid of them.”

“Yeah,” Rosalie said. “Novels are all fictional and made-up. Authors write stories based on what they see and hear with a dash of imagination, which may not necessarily represent the authors themselves. These comments, on the other hand, are a true reflection of their character.”

“Well said,” the author said, pulling out her phone to make a note of Rosalie’s words. “I want to include your words in my novel. You said it so well.”

“I feel like the novel you wrote is slightly similar to my own experiences. I came here today to ask you for a favor. Of course, it’ll be great if you could help me out, but I won’t force you to if you’re not willing.”

The author looked at her with doubt in her eyes. “What is it?”

Rosalie bowed her head and said, “This is quite complicated. I was reading your novel over the past few days and was trying my best to finish reading it so that I could have a common topic to talk about with you. But I can’t bring myself to lie to you. I want to tell you the truth.”

“The truth?” The author seemed to have guessed what was going on. “You’re not really a fan, you read my novel because you need a favor from me?” That made her even more curious. “Tell me about it. What is this about?”

A necessary condition of an author was curiosity.

Without curiosity, one wouldn’t explore or dig up different stories or write something so exciting.

“It’s like this.”

Rosalie explained the situation to the author as succinctly as she could, but by the time she was done, her face was tear-streaked.

“I don’t want money,” the author said, grabbing Rosalie’s hand and patting the back of her hand. “Adding these scenes wouldn’t change much of my story. It’ll be a good thing if I can help you crack the case.”

“Thank you so much, really. Feel free to tell me if you need anything. If you one day regret it and want remuneration for the work, just come to me.”

Rosalie didn’t want to take advantage of others and make others do work for her without anything in return.

“No problem, I’m set on helping you out.”

“Thank you,” Rosalie said in between sobs. “Thank you.”

She didn’t expect a stranger to be so kind to her, while some other people could be so wicked as to cause the death of an innocent person.