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 a horror movie. It was far too

things. Sometimes, people could indeed

beer from the fridge

spacious and bright kitchen made her feel much more at

selected some ingredients, and began washing and chopping

was filled with steam, and the aroma of food wafted

cooked, seemingly displaying a unique charm in

living room, the images from the TV reflecting

beer while watching TV, occasionally glancing over,his gaze

if a filter had been cast

was cooking it seemed like she was gracefully dancing

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

back to reality and