Chasing My Pregnant Wife

After a long time, Rosalie finally calmed down and realized that she was still holding onto him. She quickly let go and tidied her hair, feeling somewhat embarrassed. She had just been scared out of her wits, so she had clung to him like a lifeline.

Rosalie turned and pointed at the door.

"I heard strange noises from below and wanted to check it out. It seemed like there was something down there. Do you want to take a look?"

Vincent dismissed her concern. "There's a lot of junk piled up down there. Sometimes things fall and make noise. It's perfectly normal."

"Junk falling?" Rosalie was doubtful. She turned to glance at the door again. "But it didn't sound like that. Why don't you go check it out?"

"If you want to go, go ahead. I'm not going," Vincent replied nonchalantly as he walked away.

Since he refused to go down, Rosalie naturally didn't dare to venture down either. Moreover, this house didn't belong to her.

There was nothing more she could do. Perhaps she had indeed made a mistake.

The scene from earlier had felt just like something out of

she was imagining things. Sometimes, people could indeed frighten

took a bottle of beer from the fridge and plopped

feel much more at

opened the fridge, selected some ingredients, and began washing and chopping vegetables, busying herself and momentarily

long, the kitchen was filled with steam, and the aroma

a unique charm

sat comfortably in the living room, the images from the TV

occasionally glancing

as if a filter had been cast

although she was cooking it seemed like she was gracefully

it felt as

snapped back to reality and smiled