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.

Rosalie wanted to talk to him,

not a good person. The less you know, the better." Vincent pulled out a first aid kit from a hidden compartment in the back seat. Inside were bandages. He took off his shirt, revealing his well-built muscles, and wrapped the bandage around his wounds to stop

Rosalie saw that

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

my background?" Vincent suddenly spoke to

was startled. "You speak Toscanian? Then let's

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

of a news anchor-clear and pleasant to

on his wound, his brows slightly furrowed. "Just focus on driving. I won't

He understood that she was trying to keep him

Her expression turned

as promised. He stayed alert, giving her directions on which roads

a bottle

what kind of medicine it was, but after taking it, he seemed to gain a bit more strength, though