Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 882

This piece was one Rpsalie and Theodore used to love listening to. Now, even this song was being given to another woman.

'How nice. Theo, you're truly cruel. You dedicated a song to Cynthia, and now you're dedicating one to Aurora,' Rosalie thought. It seemed like she wasn't that special after all.

They both wanted to move on, yet at this moment, they were fighting. Neither wanted to concede, and both wanted to make the other suffer. In the end, it was they who were hurting.

It wasn't possible to part without hard feelings. The deeper the love, the more painful it was when things ended.

From across the table, Sebastian could sense the turmoil churning within Rosalie. Even though she was trying her best to restrain herself and not show anything, Sebastian still felt uncomfortable.

If she really didn't care about Theodore, she wouldn't be trying so hard to control her emotions. It was precisely because she cared that she had emotions.

After the song ended, Rosalie's hands, which she had placed beneath the table, were trembling.

At that moment, Theodore stood from his seat and walked toward the restroom.

Rosalie noticed Theodore getting up, and her gaze couldn't help but follow him. Sebastian, noticing this, turned to look.

"Rose, could you hold Steve for a moment? I'm going to the restroom," he said.

Rosalie nodded. "Of course."

Sebastian stood and carefully handed Steve to Rosalie.

"I'll be back soon." With that, he turned and headed toward the restroom.

Theodore entered the men's restroom and stood in front of the mirror. He turned on the faucet and splashed cold water onto his face, trying to wake himself up with the icy water.

"Well, of course. After all, she went through so much to give birth to our child. I have to cherish and love her. By the way, do you want to know what our son's name is? Rose asked me to name him."

Theodore felt like he was gripping thorns as his nails dug into his flesh. He forced himself to suppress his roiling emotions and smiled. "Oh really? What's his name?"

"Steve," Sebastian replied. "It just felt right. That morning, the sunlight was beautiful, and the three of us were hugging each other."

"Oh, right," he added. "I finally decided on this name after a long time. Rose told me not to worry. She only let me name the baby. Others didn't even get to suggest names. I was touched."

Every word from Sebastian was laced with thick provocation, and the smile on his lips was cocky and filled with disdain for Theodore.

Sebastian was the true victor.

Theodore struggled to contain the fury boiling within him.