Chasing My Pregnant Wife

After much effort, Rosalie finally climbed off him. She was clutching her collar tightly, feeling somewhat at a loss.

Vincent pointed to a room. "Go find yourself some clothes."

Rosalie followed the direction of his finger and walked into the room. There was a large wardrobe inside. She opened it to find it filled with men's clothing, each piece far too large for her.

She picked out a white shirt, then took off her clothes and slipped the shirt on. His shirt was enormous, making her look like she was a child in an adult's clothes. After changing, Rosalie returned to the couch in the living room.

Vincent gave her a once-over, his gaze lingering on her for a long time. His eyes revealed a complex emotion, as if he were seeing another person through her. That girl had also worn his clothes.

Rosalie looked down at the oversized shirt on her and said softly, "Thank you for the shirt."

Vincent averted his gaze, a trace of sorrow passing through his eyes.

"How's your wound? You need to see a doctor," Rosalie said worriedly.

This was a gunshot wound-not something to be taken lightly. If not treated properly, it could be fatal.

his voice cold. "You can go now. After you drive

a drawer, took out a

it were a hot potato. "Why are you giving me

want to get home safely, take it.

than anything. Even if she were

the gun aside. "I don't know how to use a gun. And if I just leave, are

head lowered. "I'm afraid you'll

"You're an interesting woman. Aren't you afraid I'll do

"You saved me."

better than those guys. I've killed more people than they ever have. If you don't leave now, you'll regret

his eyes, Rosalie sighed

his wound. His chest was

forward,

a slap, Vincent grabbed her wrist. "Are you

I can do to