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.

expect she would need his fingerprint to leave this

put her bag down and sat

week. If it's just taking care of you

She couldn't afford to return the money to him anyway. She didn't want to die, so she was

the dishes and

I want to stay outside and be alone

"What's wrong, Rose?"

down. I'll be back in about one

silent for a

want to come

for fear that he would misunderstand "Seb, trust me. I'll definitely come back I'll come

you." Sebastian's voice sounded overly

for a split second at how calm Sebastian's

flared up at her. She had disappointed him time

so willing to

Rosalie felt very guilty.

home instead of heading out to look for Theodore. Not

could even leave a week

hanging up, Rosalie