Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 1445

"That's right, you're not silly—you're just a little dummy," Theodore said teasingly.

He didn't actually think Rosalie was silly. He was only joking with her.

Rosalie knew that as well, so she wasn't upset. She turned and lay on her side to face him.

"Theo, we got along so well when we were kids, and you always took care of me. I liked you ever since I was little. Later, when I was able to marry you, I was really happy."

"I was happy to marry you, too. But I was the foolish one. Rose, you're not a little dummy—I'm the big fool here."

If he hadn't been so foolish, things wouldn't have turned out the way they did. When it came to love, he was utterly clueless.

Even a genius with a high IQ could be completely ignorant in certain areas. It often took countless detours before finally coming to a realization.

Love, in particular, was the easiest thing to get wrong—especially when viewed from one's perspective.

"But we're still family, and we have a child together. The bond between us will never be broken," Rosalie said softly, gently caressing his face. "Theo, no matter how much pain we've been through, you'll always be important to me."

Two people who once loved each other didn't necessarily have to become enemies just because their love had faded.

That was how it was now between her and Theodore. They had loved each other once, and though they were no longer husband and wife, despite everything they had endured, they were still family, still friends—not enemies.

Theodore also reached out and gently caressed Rosalie's face. He gazed at her for a long time before instinctively pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Then, his lips found hers.

Rosalie's eyes grew slightly misty. She didn't push him away. Instead, she burrowed into his embrace and held him tightly.

"Theo, thank you. I know you don't like hearing words of gratitude, but I still want to thank you."

Feeling the warmth of his body, Rosalie felt a deep sense of security. Yet, somewhere in the depths of her heart, a faint unease lingered.

A while later, Theodore finished his shower and returned to the tent. He zipped up the entrance and lay down on the other side.

It had been a long time since he and Rosalie had lain together like this. Even though Steve was between them, Theodore already felt content.

Steve slept soundly.

Rosalie and Theodore didn't say much; they simply looked at each other in the dim light. Then, in hushed voices, they murmured, "Good night."

A moment later, the tent's light was extinguished.

In the darkness, Rosalie suddenly felt a warm, strong hand grasp hers.

It was Theodore's hand.

Their fingers intertwined, and a wave of warmth flowed from their joined palms straight to her heart.