Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 383

The night was quiet. A black SUV was parked in a dark, hidden corner.

Yerick sat in the driver’s seat, wearing a black jacket and a hat, as he pulled out his phone from his pocket. He received a notification that Rosalie had added him on social media.

Yerick didn’t immediately accept her request. Instead, he put his phone aside and arched his brow, a cold smirk on his lips.

His innocent expression just moments ago had vanished without a trace. Rather, he looked as though he was possessed by a demon.

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In the middle of the night, it started raining heavily.

Sydney was sound asleep on her bed. Suddenly, she heard her doorbell ringing. She immediately sat up on her bed.

Who could it be at this hour? Was Wesley here to bother her again?

She got out of bed, and walked cautiously to the door. When she saw the person through the screen, she immediately opened the door in shock.

Theodore was standing outside, his jacket wide open, his tie in disarray and thoroughly drenched.

His face was pale, and his eyes were bloodshot. He stared at Sydney with an empty look in his eyes, and asked hoarsely, “Mom, what time is it?”

Sydney smelled a strong stench of alcohol. It was so strong, she couldn’t bear to imagine how much he had drunk.

Theodore looked to his left and right, his dazed gaze like that of a lost child.

“I went to the wrong place. This isn’t my house. Where did Rose go? Why did she just go missing?”

Theodore was about to turn to leave when Sydney chased after him. “Theo.”

Theodore halted his footsteps, and turned around. “Do you have something to say?”

Sydney nodded. “Aren’t you looking for Rose? Come on in. I know where she is.”

Sydney went into her room to grab some clean clothes and towel. She sat next to Theodore, lifted her hands, and patted his cheeks gently. “Theo, Theo?”

Theodore leaned against the couch, and slowly opened his eyes. When he saw the face before him, he smiled and said, “Mom, what are you doing here?”

“I can’t believe you're asking me that when you’re the one who came running to my place. Why did you drink so much?”

Something must have happened, and it was either the company or something to do with Rosalie.

“Is that so? How…how did I come here?” Theodore straightened up shakily on the couch’s “I… I’ll leave, then.”

On top of sounding drunk, he also sounded indignant, as if Sydney was chasing him away.

He was about to stand up when Sydney pressed him back onto the couch. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Theodore sat back down on the couch and looked around him, still in a daze.