Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

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"Theodore Spencer, how could you treatlike this? How could you?! Didn't you say that you wanted to marry me? What do you mean by this text? You're too much! You must be throwingaside now that I'm sick!" She received Theodore's call, which woke her up in the middle of the night, but she felt very glad instead of getting angry.

He had contacted her, probably because he had thought of her in the deep of the night.

To her utter surprise, he was intending to call Rosalie but had dialed the wrong number.

He was thinking of Rosalie even when drunk, and even sent an outrageous text like that to her.

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"Theodore Spencer! You said that you'd marry me! No-I have to find you right now and get to the bottom of this." Cynthia was very agitated, and wanted to pluck out the needle in her arm.

Suddenly, the door was opened. A tall, towering figure marched in, slamming the door shut and locking it from the inside.

Cynthia jumped with fright before she had a chance to pluck out the needle. "Who are you?" "You don't recognize me?" The man's voice was cold and hard. "I'm your brother." "Yerick! It's you!" In her anxiety, Cynthia's grip tightened over the blanket. Each tshe saw him, she would be shrouded in anxiety despite their relationship as "friends".

Yerick would always be donning a hat and mask. Until now, she had no idea what he really looked like. "What are you doing here?" she asked nervously.

"I'm here to help you. See how miserable you look now, with those tears down your face. That breaks my heart." His voice was gentle, but was tinged with wickedness.

Cynthia wiped the tears from her face. "Don't bother putting on an act. I don't believe that you care so much about me." Yerick stepped forward, and sat on the bedside. "Whether you believe it or not, we're in the sboat. Thankfully, I cjust in time. It'd be bad if you torture your body to death." "Have you dealt with your heart problem? Haven't you said that you've already found it? If he's alive, just kill him and givehis heart need the surgery. I need to get well as soon as possible. I want to get Theodore back and kill that bitch Rosalie!" Cynthia shook with anger. She didn't care about anything else at all except for killing Rosalie. As long as she was dead, Theodore would be hers and hers alone. Yerick's eyes narrowed as they turned cold. "Seems like you can't wait already." "I'm already in this state, do you still expectto be patient? Didn't you say that you'll work with me? Are you still up to it or not?!" Cynthia spat angrily. Yerick stood up from the bed and pulled out a syringe and a vial of transparent liquid of around 5 ml from his pocket.

She looked at Yerick syringing the liquid in, and then injecting it into her IV drip.

"What are you doing?" she asked with widened eyes. "What did you inject into me?" "Good stuff," Yerick said as a smile broke out on his face.

Cynthia had a bad feeling about it. She was about to remove the needle from her arm when a huge hand pushed her back onto the bed.

She struggled with all her might and was about to scream for help, but Yerick covered her mouth with one hand, muffling her cries.

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The smile in his eyes was wicked to the core. "Shh, don't make a sound. Shh, don't Go to sleep. Cynthia's eyes widened as tears fell down her cheeks. Fear filled her eyes as she felt her breathing

hasten. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she lost consciousness.

Right after, the alarm of the monitoring device went off.

Yerick released Cynthia, turned around, and opened the door to leave. A few seconds later, a team of medical staff rushed in.

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