Chasing My Pregnant Wife

"Your car is over there. Take everything out of it and drive it into the river."

Rosalie understood the severity of the situation. If she didn't do as he said, she might get dragged into this, and the police would eventually find out what happened here. This man was rather meticulous. Rosalie got out of the car.

Her movements were swift. She took her phone and wallet from the car, then started the engine and put it into slow gear. Immediately after, she got out of the car.

The car slowly rolled toward the river and eventually disappeared.

By the river, there was a warning sign indicating that the water was deep and swimming was prohibited, with consequences at one's own risk.

After completing all of this, Rosalie got back into the SUV, sat in the driver's seat, and fastened her seatbelt.

"Go straight for about 1.2 miles and then make a right," the man instructed.

"Got it."

Rosalie glanced in the rearview mirror. The man was lying in the back seat, covered in blood. She was deeply worried that he wouldn't last the journey.

wanted to talk to him, afraid that

a hidden compartment in the back seat. Inside were bandages. He took off his shirt, revealing his well-built muscles,

saw that his body was

Briusian accent. Are you from Briusia?" Rosalie had been speaking Briusian

you investigating my background?" Vincent suddenly spoke to her in

"You speak Toscanian? Then

wasn't her native language. She wasn't as fluent in it as

man's Toscanian was great, like that of a

slightly furrowed.

to keep him awake, but

more. Her expression turned serious

as promised. He stayed

bottle of

was, but after taking it, he seemed to