Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 295

Sebastian stared at the woman before him, feeling his heart softening.

He was still a little angry at her this morning and, if he were being honest, he had flared up at his subordinates because of his bad mood.

But now, he realized that all the anger in him had dissipated. He wasn’t even angry at the lost project.

Conversely, he felt content.

There were a few levels to that feeling of content.

Each level was like an empty bag that, once filled, would move on to the next level. The next level was a larger bag.

He felt like the first bag was already full, and that he had progressed to the next level.

With regard to Rosalie, he didn’t ask for much. His bar was very low to start with, and he would feel content with just a smile or a tender word from her.

The knowledge that she was concerned for him instantly filled the empty bag on the first level to the brim.

The bag on the second level was opened, and it was empty. Strangely, at the same instant when the bag on the first level was filled, a greater sense of emptiness rushed in.

He was suddenly no longer content, and wanted more.

The bag on the first level was filled with her concern, and that alone made him content. The bag on the second level could only be filled with greater intimacy and closeness.

The third level was something almost unattainable, and it was what he dreamt of this morning. That was the only way that bag on the third level could ever be filled.

But he knew the logic behind more haste, less speed. That was the reason for the three distinct levels, and he would take his time to slowly work his way up.

And now, the first level was filled so effortlessly.

No, he reminded himself. He couldn’t confess to her. He almost did just now.

Had he confessed to Rosalie, even if she didn’t tell him off like she did in his imagination, she would avoid him like the plague.

“Rose, thank you for your concern. No one has ever shown such concern for me over a dream. You’re the first, and most probably the last. I’m so glad to know you and be friends with you.”

The idea of being friends was good. It was right for them to maintain their current relationship as friends first.

He reminded himself not to be too anxious. One of his greatest traits was patience.

Rosalie looked into Sebastian’s eyes and her heart leaped, as if it was hit by something. Anxiety flashed past her eyes, but it was gone in an instant.

That anxiety came forth from an inexplicable sense of fear. She couldn’t help but recall the emoji he sent her last night after their chat, which had the words “Love you” written in it.