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.

still a bit shaken. The scene from earlier had felt just like something out of a horror movie. It

things. Sometimes,

standing there for? I'm hungry, go make me dinner," Vincent said as he took a bottle of beer from the fridge and plopped down on the couch to watch TV. Rosalie took a deep breath, striving to adjust her emotions before walking into the

made her feel much more at ease, and the

began washing

and the aroma of food wafted through the

cooked, seemingly displaying a unique charm

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

occasionally glancing over,his

eyes lingered on Rosalie, as if a filter had

hazy and blurred; although she was cooking it seemed like she was gracefully dancing

to him, it felt as if she turned around to smile at

snapped back to