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.

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,

no longer

him content. The bag on the second level could only

dreamt of this morning. That was the

the three distinct levels, and he would take his time to slowly work

level was filled

slightly anxious, said, "Am I being ridiculous? I'm not cursing you, so please

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

his ears, each word a beautiful melody tickling his ear and making its way into his

him felt

blurted out, "Rose,

divorce, and I'm still recovering from the trauma, but you're confessing to me? You're

in front of his eyes.

a daze, as if his soul had