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.

"You can go now. After you

a drawer, took out a gun, and tossed it to

a hot potato.

get home safely,

woman holding a gun was more useful than anything. Even if

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

her head lowered. "I'm afraid you'll die

woman. Aren't you afraid I'll do something

"You saved me."

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

Rosalie sighed softly and turned to

chest was hurting

forward, asking, "Are you

Vincent grabbed her wrist. "Are

anything I can