Chasing My Pregnant Wife

The mention of Youngie's name made Vincent's eyes go dim. A vicious look flashed past his eyes.

He grabbed her face and spat out through gritted teeth, "Don't talk about her!"

He used so much force it felt as though he could crush her face to pieces.

Youngie seemed very important to him indeed, Rosalie thought.

Vincent suddenly released her face, clutched his chest, and took a few steps back.

Rosalie reached out to hold him, but at the thought of what he just did to her, she retracted her hands, still feeling slightly miffed.

"We're not done with lunch yet," Vincent said as he stumbled to the dining hall.

Rosalie exhaled out loud, almost losing her balance.

After a long time, she finally managed to compose herself and crouched down to pick up the things on the floor and stuff them back into her bag. She glanced at Vincent and saw him walking to the dining hall. She walked cautiously to the door, intending to open the door and leave.

But the moment she tried to push the handle down, she realized it didn't budge one bit.

"Don't waste your energy," Vincent said coldly. "You can't open it without my fingerprint."

Rosalie sighed helplessly.

she would need his fingerprint to leave this

put her bag down and sat

dollars and one week. If it's just taking care

She couldn't afford to return the money to him anyway. She didn't want to die, so she was left with this final option. Vincent finished up lunch and went straight back to his room in

cleared up the dishes

stay outside and be

"What's wrong, Rose?"

to cool down. I'll be

silent for a long

not want to come back

"Seb, trust

Sebastian's voice sounded overly gentle. "I'll always trust

split second

Sebastian flared up at her. She had disappointed him time

always so willing

Rosalie felt very guilty.

look for Theodore. Not only did she get into trouble, but she even put her own life in danger and

could even leave

hanging up, Rosalie