Chapter 103

Soren’s POV Striding up to Rosalie’s home, I knocked twice and smiled. When I saw it was Seraphine who opened the door, I was a little disappointed. I had been expecting Rosalie. But knowing her, she was probably busy preparing dinner, as she usually did at this time of day. “Afternoon, Seraphine. Where’s Rosalie?” I inquired, stepping into the house and peering around for her beautiful face. “She’s resting in her bedroom,” Seraphine replied, taking the flowers from my hand and placing them in a vase. My eyes swept toward her in confusion. It wasn’t like Rosalie to be lying down at this hour. “Is she not feeling well?” I asked, a note of apprehension in my voice. She hadn’t seemed like herself these last few days—understandably—but that didn’t mean I shouldn’t worry. Seraphine didn’t seem too concerned. “She’ll get more tired as we get closer to her due date. It’s emotionally draining. Women tend to get anxious or upset over little things.” “Like what?” I followed her toward the kitche