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.

from earlier had felt just

Sometimes, people

as he took a bottle of beer from the fridge

made her feel much more

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

was filled with steam, and the aroma of food wafted

cooked, seemingly displaying a unique

the images from the

while watching TV, occasionally glancing over,his gaze revealing a bit

on Rosalie, as if a filter had

was cooking it seemed like she was gracefully

had her back turned to him, it felt as if she

to reality and