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.

same instant when the bag on the

longer content, and wanted

the first level was filled with her concern, and that alone made him content. The bag on 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

more haste, less speed. That was the reason for the three distinct levels, and he would take his time to slowly work

now, the first level

cursing you, so please don't take it that way. It was just a dream, and

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

a beautiful melody tickling his

around him

blurted out, "Rose, I love

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

wrong?" Rosalie waved her hands in front

daze, as if his soul