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 drive the SUV back,

took out a gun, and tossed

as if it were a hot

home

a gun was more useful than anything. Even if she were

And if I just leave, are you going to be here alone? Will anyone come to take care of you?" Vincent frowned, clearly

stood there uneasily, her head lowered.

interesting woman. Aren't

"You saved me."

you doesn't mean I won't harm you. I'm not much better than those guys. I've

the coldness in his eyes, Rosalie

Vincent groaned, clutching his wound. His chest was hurting terribly, like it was being torn

forward, asking,

Vincent grabbed her wrist. "Are

anything I can