Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 1411

Sebastian never left home without an impressive entourage, always ensuring he had enough bodyguards with him. He feared an assassination attempt at any moment.

Even here, in a place he considered extremely safe, he still felt a lingering sense of insecurity.

Security teams were stationed at the mountain's foot and helicopters, patrolling the summit. Sebastian stood at the mountain's base, holding Nana with one arm while his other hand held Rosalie's.

Rosalie set Nana down on the ground and said, "Now, the three of us are going to climb up the mountain together."

Looking ahead, they saw a long flight of stairs. This mountain originally had none, but Sebastian had funded their construction.

"Rose, Nana, let's begin. Nana, you go first. Mommy will go after you, and Daddy will protect both of you from behind," Sebastian said as he gently nudged Nana forward.

Excited, Nana eagerly climbed the steps.

Rosalie had no choice but to follow, while Sebastian took up the rear.

After about twenty minutes of climbing, Rosalie was exhausted. She wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Nana was too tired to go on as well. She sat down on the step and gently tugged at Rosalie's hand. "Mommy, are you tired?"

In truth, Nana was the one who was exhausted, but she didn't dare admit it to Sebastian, so she chose to ask Rosalie first. She was a clever child.

Rosalie looked at her daughter's flushed little face and turned to Sebastian. "I'm tired. I want to rest for a while."

"No problem." Sebastian sat down on the steps. "Let's take a break."

He pulled a bottle of water from his bag and handed it to Rosalie.

Rosalie took it and only took a sip before giving it to Nana.

A small head slowly leaned against Rosalie's legs, resting there. She turned her head and saw Nana's bright eyes looking up at her. Rosalie reached out and gently stroked her head.

Nana wrapped her arms around Rosalie's leg and laughed.

Even though Rosalie didn't like talking to her, Nana still liked Rosalie. She liked the feeling of having Mommy by her side.

Sebastian's gaze softened. How he wished time could stop at this moment so that the three of them could live happily together for a lifetime.

His eyes lingered on Rosalie's side profile, finally seeing a rare trace of tenderness, though that tenderness was not directed toward him. To him, she was always cold and devoid of affection.

That was why he would try his hardest to prove himself in bed, forcing her to yield to the physical sensations she could not suppress.

Only when she gasped softly, her cheeks flushed and her eyes misty with unshed tears—only then did he feel satisfied.