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

longer content, and wanted

him content. The bag on the second level could only be filled

something almost unattainable, and it was what he dreamt of this morning. That was the

was the reason for the three

the first level

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

and innocent face was right before him, and she

his ears, each word a beautiful melody tickling

around him felt

out, "Rose,

furiously, "What right do 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

What's wrong?" Rosalie waved her hands in front of

as if his soul had left his