Chasing My Pregnant Wife

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.

instant when the bag on the first level was filled, a greater sense of emptiness rushed

no longer content,

made him content. The bag on the second level could only be filled with greater intimacy

it was what he dreamt of this morning. That was the only way

the logic behind more haste, less speed. That was the reason for the

first level was

in a daze, Rosalie, slightly anxious, said, "Am I being ridiculous? I'm not cursing you, so please don't take it that way. It was

and innocent face was right before him, and she looked perfect no matter which angle he

voice rang in his ears, each word a beautiful melody tickling his ear and making its way

him felt

out, "Rose, I love

you have to love me? You know that I've just gotten a divorce, and I'm still recovering from the trauma, but you're confessing to me? You're clearly taking advantage of me! I don't ever want to see you

waved her hands in front of his eyes. "Are

in a daze, as if his soul had left his