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

bag down and sat

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

she couldn't possibly go to Sebastian and borrow so much money from him. 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

the dishes and

want to stay outside and be alone for a few

"What's wrong, Rose?"

cool down.

fell silent for

you not want

"Seb, trust me. I'll definitely come back I'll

sounded overly gentle.

split second at how

up at her. She had disappointed him time

so willing

Rosalie felt very guilty.

of heading out to look for Theodore. Not only

wondered if she could even

up,