Chasing My Pregnant Wife

After hanging up the phone, Rosalie examined the house.

It was a two-story standalone building. From the outside, one couldn't see through the glass to the interior. However, from the inside, one could see the outside clearly.

She knocked on the glass and realized it was different from ordinary glass. Sometimes, she saw houses in certain Melrinen neighborhoods that seemed unsafe because of all the glass; one could easily smash it to gain entry.

Although private property was highly protected in Melrine and breaking in was a felony, there were always people who might take desperate risks. If someone wanted to break in, it would be quite easy.

However, this house was different. It seemed to have specially designed glass that felt unique to the touch, yet it was transparent. This type of glass would likely resist even a hammer, and if she guessed correctly, bullets would struggle to penetrate it.

The house, decorated in a minimalist style, was clean and tidy. Suddenly, she noticed two unwashed plates in the kitchen sink.

Just when she thought everything was clean and orderly, those two plates proved her wrong. Rosalie's OCD kicked in, and she rolled up her sleeves to wash the plates, after which she put them on the rack.

with a few fruits that had likely been

a quick look around and found a bloody handkerchief next to the sofa. She picked it up, realizing it was the one she had used to stop his bleeding. He had dragged his injured body to pick it up again. She wondered what he had been thinking at that moment. Taking the handkerchief to the bathroom, Rosalie rinsed it with cold water and casually hung it on a nearby rack to dry. Suddenly, she heard a commotion

the bed, his brow furrowed and muttering something. Rosalie rushed over, unsure of what to do. Was he in pain from his wounds or having a nightmare?

heard what

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

those words

confusion. Who was he apologizing to? He suddenly waved his hand

immediately took it.

embrace, holding Rosalie tightly. She lost her

as she was about to get up, Vincent as he whispered in net

Youngie, I'm sorryd didn't