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.

felt just like something out of a horror movie. It was far too

she was imagining things. Sometimes, people

are you standing there for? I'm hungry, go make me dinner," Vincent said as he took a bottle of beer from the fridge and plopped

bright kitchen made her feel much more at ease, and the earlier fear slowly

the fridge, selected some ingredients, and began washing and

kitchen was filled with steam, and the aroma of food wafted through the

displaying a unique charm in the

room, the images from the TV reflecting

occasionally

a filter had been

and blurred; although she was cooking it seemed like

felt

to reality